Nothingness

Exhaled her from his life he did, slowly, with every puff of smoke he released, and with it watched her face away into nothingness Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more micropoetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Remains

never saw a day through the eyes of glory but when dusk came I cried for it, nonetheless what was it that pinched the heart so when everything seemed merry why did it feel awry? the lakes felt a bit too full yet couldn't quench my thirst and till date, till this minute what is... Continue Reading →

Pretentious

and at times I wondered, if those pretentious words were a better company or the penetrating silence? Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more micropoetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

It is an illusion…

but it is an illusion to want to have that what may never live you'll forever find what was never there if you continue to look you might just see why you never had it but it is an illusion to want to have that what may never live walk ahead but look down that... Continue Reading →

It’d be you…

Through nights and days, The only thing I’d dreamt of Was picture-prefect memories And a place to hold it all When evenfall came I looked about me Found only emptiness on faces bizarre It didn’t come to me Not at first, But the one thing I wanted was Slowly turning rare Far and wide The... Continue Reading →

मत कहो…

मत कहो यह किस्मत की बात है... जहां बारातों में हज़ारों के निवाले कूड़े दान को खिलाये जा रहे हैं पर एक पिता अपने परिवार को दो वक़्त की रोटी तक को खून बहा रहा है मत कहो यह किस्मत की बात है... की बंद घरों में दीवारों पे लटकी तसवीरें घंटो ऐसी का हवा... Continue Reading →

After the darkest hour…

bring me a knife let me show you  how you cut the weeds detach them from growing on your soul from pulling you down don't drown fight your way for what awaits because, my love only after the darkest hour does the morning light rip off the shroud of despair and drape the day with... Continue Reading →

Feast for the Unfortunate

it was a day unlike any other day the sun went up the garbage bins came down tumbling forth from the cleaner's grip laying its treasures bare in the street rotting fragrances filled the air out came the mutts with practiced flair days of starvation will have to be gone no more sniffing and chasing... Continue Reading →

March

March came with rare lessons learnt perhaps, its better to leave some bridges burnt Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more micropoetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Rebury this Soul…

walking down familiar lanes never realised they had changed withered, eroded muddied, faded trees lining street-ends had grown dustier leaves rattled by storms had grown mustier walking down familiar lanes never realized how I had changed never stopped to care even when omens lay bare as the last grains of the hour glass called for... Continue Reading →

Alone

The toughest part always is walking down the same lanes alone Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

February

February came with dense mists that blurred the smothering differences Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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