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The Musing Quill

A Blog on Writing, Poetry, Short Stories and Books.

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Fragile

Come, sit with me under the starless sky... Tell me the secrets,  you keep hidden inside... Let me share with you a thing or two and you’ll know... You’re not the only one broken I’m damaged too... Let the insecurities ebb the... Continue Reading →

The Witty Worm

I told the sun - "Shine so bright, that your gaze melts down my worries." Just then, the birds bickered and said - "With your worries, you'll end us all." The sun said - "Go to the wind, it might... Continue Reading →

A State of Trance

Engrossed in your own thoughts you hardly notice me... but I watch your fingers dance on the laptop keys, then on your knees... the world of fantasies get the good of me... as I tumble down the hole of half-baked... Continue Reading →

Pieces of You

The bedsheets ...still smell of you. The couch ...hollowed out from your lounging. The soaps in the bath ...have imprints from your touch. The glasses on the counter ...still wear your lipstick stains. The walls ...draped in your handwritten notes... Continue Reading →

3 Best Tips on Writing Irresistible Blog Titles

We write to be heard. Writers who claim differently are only fooling themselves. While we bleed on a paper or on the canvas, all we really ask for is some attention, some affection. Ask yourself this, the last time you... Continue Reading →

A Welcome Nightmare

I sit sweating hit enter on the computer for the hundredth time what happened? the blog is gone perhaps it was hacked maybe I typed the wrong URL But no! It’s all the same yet not the same it's got... Continue Reading →

On Diwali…

A walk a mile filled the heart with smiles this is the only time the city shines brighter than a million sparkling stars in the deep blue night the glint from a thousand diyas devours the darkness the happy lanterns... Continue Reading →

The Queer Night

Pitch dark it was. Even the midnight shadows had sought shelter. I looked out the window again. Unsure if I really had heard something or just imagined. It had stopped raining. The water-logged street outside filled me with disgust. Rotting... Continue Reading →

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