December

A Frozen Wintry Road

mighty hills on both sides the haughty river dancing jovially the sight made my heart tremble like an anxious bride-to-be… melting frost and snow began to slowly hypnotize my wild wild heart and this chagrined mind… amidst cloud-kissing peaks and pines so sky-high I forgot how lonely I was despite no soul in sight… my…

Happier – Micropoetry

By: Asha Seth January 30, 2019January 29, 2022

MicropoetryAmwriting, Blogging for poetry, December, Instagram, Instapoetry, January, Micropoetry, musings, Poems, Poetry, Poetry-writing, TheMusingQuill, Wordpress Poetry, WordsPoets on Wordpress39 Comments

December with all its damp left me happier than January with all the sun could Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

Christmas in India: A Poem by Rudyard Kipling

By: Asha Seth December 22, 2018December 22, 2018

PoetryChristmas, Christmas Eve, December, Jesus Christ, Poems, Poetry, Rudyard Kipling11 Comments

Dim dawn behind the tamarisks — the sky is saffron-yellow — As the women in the village grind the corn, And the parrots seek the riverside, each calling to his fellow That the Day, the staring Easter Day is born. Oh the white dust on the highway! Oh the stenches in the byway! Oh the…

A Pinch of Pine

By: Asha Seth December 6, 2017April 19, 2020

Tender TidingsDecember, desires, Desperation, dreams, Imaginations, Poignancy, Ruminations, wishes, Wishful16 Comments

So December is upon us… Are you thinking of resolutions already? Or are you rushing to fulfil some forgotten dreams? I? I am of a queer mood this month. I want to take leave of the routine and wander off to some place unknown. I wish to dig my nose in dried out roses, feel…

A Touch of December

By: Asha Seth December 2, 2017May 11, 2020

PoetryDecember, memories, Musing, Poetry, Winter, Writing46 Comments

….The days get colder, the nights longer, as the year counts its final breaths. December, the receptacle of the leftovers of unrealised dreams, the harbinger of hopes and guilty wishes. The summer has finally bid goodbye but lurks around the corners of misty mornings and exhausted evenings…. ….The careless way the snow fills the overheads…

By: Asha Seth December 4, 2014May 11, 2020

Micropoetryaffection, Asha Seth, Blogging, December, Knisha, Longing, love, On Writing, snow, winds, WordPress14 Comments

the snow, the chilly winds, these will always be, December, though, will always remind me, of us, you and me, your whispers on foggy breaths, the warmth of your touch, melting beneath my skin. ~~~~~~~ Asha Seth