March came with rare lessons learnt perhaps, its better to leave some bridges burnt ~~~~~ #badbookthiefpoetry Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth
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Feast for the Unfortunate
it was a day unlike any other day the sun went up the garbage bins came down tumbling forth from the cleaner’s grip laying its treasures bare in the street rotting fragrances filled the air out came the mutts with practiced flair days of starvation will have to be gone no more sniffing and chasing…
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सुनहरी यादें…
सूरज की लौटती किरणों के संग हताश तन्हाईयाँ वापस लौट गयीं सुनहरी यादों से लिपटी यह शाम एक बार फिर हमें ज़िंदादिल कर गयी… ~~~~~ आशा सेठ
Read MoreMore 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…
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Sweet Nothings!
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…
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The Micawber
she turned time to dust and with its immortal remains draped the unfair turns canopied the unkind curves time had strewn in her path and left her homeless, hopeless she was ready now to revel in time’s wreck to rise from its hell ~~~~~ Asha Seth
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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
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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…
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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…
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Hiraeth
I am going to die a slow death poisoned by the dreams I have nurtured in the womb of my heart but couldn’t give birth to… ♥ Of love that I have longed for that has mournfully bred and filled every pore of my skin of that nameless face for which my soul has filtered crowds……
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Time to Hibernate
Hullo friends! I hope you all are fantastic. I wish so because I am not really in the best state of mind myself, of late. Know what I just realised? I am of the habit of writing ‘hello’ ‘hullo’ because that’s how I greet. Queer, eh? Until last month, things were going well. At least in…
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