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 →

A Game of Words

Work of Wonder by Advaita Inamdar Peek into his fascinating world here: https://extemporizedblog.wordpress.com/ ~~~~~ If it’s just a game of words, Then I must give it a try, It’s like a challenge to me, Gets me all mighty and high. My pen is a sword, And my poetry is a shield. I never forget to bring my dreams... Continue Reading →

Oblivious

She daydreams about the handsome princes and knights in shining armor the queens in glorious gowns and castles with secrets galore ♥ She's mesmerized by the magic conjured by wands by the beauty of invisibility cloaks by cursed rings, poisoned apples, the elves, hobbits, and dwarfs ♥ Her world lies between the pages filled with... Continue Reading →

Craving

Originally published on The Unread Book Long did she stare at the books Beyond the shiny glassdoors Reluctant to enter those massive aisles Not capable of holding herself back From stealing a copy or two Wishing for the umpteenth time She had the money to buy a few ♥ The last time, she'd entered the shop She’d... Continue Reading →

Allow Me

What are you afraid of? What’s stopping you? Some pages are better torn off and some meant to be burnt. But don't you stop me, baby, allow me to fix you back. ♥ Walk right by my side, I’ll heal those scars and take away the pain. Cast your reservations aside. Baby, open the door, allow... Continue Reading →

Long Lost

little things like secrets, like stories are bearers of poignant memories of sobs and smiles long lost  in the sands of time ♥ little things like secrets, like stories they make home and stay forever in some forgotten corner of the mind waiting to be sought and celebrated like those broken toys now left untouched, uncared in some unattended, undisturbed corner  in the attic gathering dust and what not... Continue Reading →

When a writer bleeds

her world shrinks as faces cease to exist days lack brightness nights miss the glow walks become rambles blank are the thoughts no place is desirable just she and herself behind shut doors are windows closed and the solitary corner beckoning her not a speck of light in the gloomy room except a flickering lamp at... Continue Reading →

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