Nomad

she eclipsed his nomad soul from the storms of  self despair Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth      

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#Quoted: Good story ideas seem to come from…

Let's get one thing clear right now, shall we? There is no Idea Dump, no Story Central, no Island of the Buried Bestsellers; good story ideas seem to come quite literally from nowhere, sailing at you right out of the empty sky: two previously unrelated ideas come together and make something new under the sun.... Continue Reading →

Melancholies

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be draped in melancholies and yet be smiling at the stars above? How do you like my new micropoetry format? Like it? No? Do share your thoughts below. Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

The Pen’s Plight

the night grows curious as soon as she lights the lamp she moves the chair in place with a groan and a screech it obliges she picks up the pen the ink resists the flow refuses to let go a violent jerk forces it to action half-hearted, the pen gives into submission but only to... Continue Reading →

Irony

Flowers bloom where the dead lie. What an irony! What a place to thrive! ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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 →

#Quoted: The beautiful part of writing is..

Happy Monday, readers and writers! How have you been? Today we shall talk about first attempts and writing. I have known writers cracking their skulls up trying to get everything perfect at the first strike, almost killing themselves in the process. But I ask, is it necessary? More than that, is it possible to nail... Continue Reading →

A Chimera

she smiled with scars dearer to her heart than her own flesh and blood her own kin and kind everything had changed but resolutions, but fate  she wore the injustice of time proudly upon her wrists never fretting never regretting everything had changed but pride, but fate the hollows of her eyes housed a million... Continue Reading →

Reunion

after a decade they denied recognition but their happy hounds wagged their tails at the unexpected reunion ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #reunion on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~ Asha Seth

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

Trade

"Maa, did the bear take away your other bangle too?" asked the little girl. "Yes, darling" nodded the mother, eyeing the pink dress hidden in the corner. This wasn't the last time when desires were traded for dreams. ~~~~~ Written for the prompt #trade on Instagram. If you are on Instagram, you can find it here. ~~~~~... Continue Reading →

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