dreams – Asha Seth

Exorcise

to write about loveis a cliche of sortsi put my pen to paperto write a tale of obsessionof lustof admirationof deliberate attemptsrushed and hushedof chances grabbedand opportunities lostof everythingthat made youtrace back to methat made youhold meeach time I fell for youyou won’t be able to stopbecause I’ll nevergive you a reason tobecause I’ll bethe sunshinethat will…

Imprints – Micropoetry

I leave behind imprints on the sand then I look back and listen to their forgotten rhapsodies 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

An earth with no sky…

By: Asha Seth June 21, 2019November 11, 2020

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I wanted to run and hide and then I turned and saw what was chasing me was also what was leading me that I was following it with all my heart then what was it that I didn’t feel mine or was it what I was living for endlessly even beyond time I couldn’t tell…

After the darkest hour…

bring me a knife let me show you how you cut the weeds detach them from growing on your soul from pulling you down don’t drown fight your way for what awaits because, my love only after the darkest hour does the morning light rip off the shroud of despair and drape the day with…

By: Asha Seth December 31, 2018July 16, 2020

Festive FeelersBlogging, Christmas, dreams, Goodbye 2018, Happy New Year, Hopes, life, Ramblings, Resolutions, Welcome 2019, wishes, Writers, Writing22 Comments

More than half of the year passed by within the blink of an eye. Rest half of it was spent traveling through some of the most beautiful canvases of the country. All in all, I can’t say if I am happy or sad. It’s a neutral ground I find myself in. I dig my heart…

Sweet Nothings!

By: Asha Seth December 15, 2018November 9, 2020

Tender TidingsBlogging, dreams, Hopes, life, musings, Ramblings, Writing6 Comments

He looked into my face, turned away, and stared again. I wondered what it was he was searching. Whether he found it. Whether not. I tried to make out from the way his eyes scanned the lines of my face. How did I look to stranger eyes? His gaze rested on my lips. Maybe the…

Blank Stares

By: Asha Seth December 9, 2018December 9, 2018

PoetryCreative Writing, dreams, life, love, Poem Writing, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Blogging, Poetry-writing, Relationships, Stares4 Comments

when he looked at me it felt as though he was trying to solve a mystery in the beginning, I wanted more much more than them blank stares they didn’t make sense why wouldn’t he say why not even try steal glances, he did but in the moment that our gazes met I swear, I…

एक सफरनामा ऐसा भी …

By: Asha Seth October 28, 2018March 17, 2023

Hindi PoetryAsha Seth, सफरनामा, dreams, Hindi, journey, life, memories, missbookthief, Poems, Poetry, Travel23 Comments

एक सफरनामा ऐसा भी… जहाँ भीगी बारिशें तो हैं पर नमी में लिपटी मुरझाई यादें भी… एक सफरनामा ऐसा भी… जहाँ मुलाकातें तो हैं पर होटों पे सिमटी ज़र्द ख्वाहिशें भी… एक सफरनामा ऐसा भी… जहाँ हर वक़्त हलचल तो हैं पर पल पल पे जमी ख़ामोशी की झिल्लियां भी… एक सफरनामा ऐसा भी… जहाँ…

Choice

Sandwiches or salted tears? It’s your choice how you start the next morning – sulking or standing strong. ~~~~~ 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

Day 45: When Dad Left for his Maker

It’s been a while I’ve wanted to write and tell you things. Tell you why I’ve not been around of late. I couldn’t gather the courage. For I know, the pain that I feel, you’d feel too. But here I am. Finally. Making a lackadaisical attempt. Exactly, a year ago, this time, I had jotted…

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. ~~~~~ Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha…