#Quoted: A word after a word…

Perhaps, the golden rule of all things writing is this. Word upon word, you build that castle and then wander around in it leisurely, wallowing in the sweet fruits of your hard work and revel in the abundance of satisfaction. On those bad days, just remind yourself this - you've got just one word to... Continue Reading →

Longings

stars tiptoed behind the clouds as longings were set free night after night ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #longings on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

#Quoted: Write one true sentence…

In writing, often times, we are weighed down by our own passion to create the best pieces; pieces the world has never seen nor read. If anything, this passion pressure gets the better of us and there are days when writing down even a few words feels an avalanche of a job. So what do... Continue Reading →

No Home for My Poem…

cut me open there’s no blood left to spill veins will only squirt dejected hopes rip me limb to limb only words will tumble forth stories waiting to escape will find their way out to the hearts of those who doubted disbelieved and when I am dead my parodies will sing for me because in... Continue Reading →

#Quoted: Do not write what someone else could…

One of the most powerful advices on writing that I have come across in recent times. I haven't before heard of this author but his words hit so hard. It is your voice alone that will give you the recognition you seek. Nothing more. Nothing less. Let nothing make you believe otherwise. And most importantly,... Continue Reading →

Choice

Sandwiches or salted tears? It’s your choice how you start the next morning - sulking or standing strong. ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #choice on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Tales

tonight let's talk in silences and stares let's weave tales that words never dared ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #tales on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Words

she wrote in such a rush, as glaciers slide down upon earth swearing destruction, as a tornado threatens to destroy all that comes in its way, as waves crash against the rocks; so terrifying yet so beautiful. She wrote with such a passion. Words were her weapon and mighty destructive was she. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

As the poems go…

As the poems go into the thousands you realize that you've created very little. It comes down to the rain, the sunlight, the traffic, the nights and the days of the years, the faces. Leaving this will be easier than living it, typing one more line now as a man plays a piano through the... Continue Reading →

The Book Lover

She read books. Devoured the words. Let sentences consume her. Drowned in the writer's thoughts, she experienced a liberation she long sought. ♥ She read books. Wallowed in their magic. Allowed the stories to fill the gaping holes. And heal scars the world her branded upon her soul. ♥ But more than anything, she read... Continue Reading →

Fix

as the key clicked into the lock he stood up excited to finally see her to be with her ♥ she hurriedly wiped her kohl-stained eyes the memories of the finality still burning in her mind ♥ a weak smile replaced her sobs the truth need not be sensed the story need not known and hugged him as he jumped into her... Continue Reading →

Wordseduction

A paroxysm to sire. A wanderlust, a desire. Soledad, I come home. Wish for a glass of Merlot and dream of Rome ♥ Following my mind, you pull me close ‘Leave behind the mires’, you urge me so.  ♥ In the dark of the room, you lead me on. Tease me, seduce me, on the desk, then... Continue Reading →

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