When things are about to change, it comes like the rains. First it thunders. Then starts to drizzle. Slowly, the showers catch up, and then it pours heartfuls. Once the cloudy pockets are emptied, it’s all calm and quiet. Sure there’s wheels splashing muddy waters. Of course, there’s muck and damp for some time. But…Read More
I’ve watched your footsteps etched in the mud you tread seen in them the dreams you’ve heartlessly murdered dying, gasping for breath I’ve stayed close hidden away in corners though lest your shadows reveal mine to you I’ve inhaled your breaths tired and exhausted from the coffee mugs you leave behind my world is tilted…Read More
ग़म तो जनाबइस बात का है कीनिगाहों में जिनकी हमताउम्र रहना चाहते थेउन्हें नज़रों से गिरने मेंज़्यादा वक़्त न लगाहम सपने बुनते रह गएऔर वो दबे पाओं दग़ा दे गएRead More
This morning, I forget to shut the window. I realize it when I’m sitting in the cab grinding my teeth to the traffic. I must look menacing cause the traffic starts to clear out. I don’t come home that night. The next morning I’m invited in my own house like a guest. There’s an unannounced,…Read More
“Never forget what you are,
for surely the world will not.
Make it your strength.
Then it can never be your weakness.
Armour yourself in it,
and it will never be used to hurt you.”
George RR Martin
someday, my love we shall walk hand in hand down the golden shore up the hills so grand we shall marvel at a sky so blue and map fields far and few… someday, my love we shall let raindrops tickle our feet and arouse our senses with lasting ecstasies… someday, my love this distance won’t…Read More
amidst universes is where you are lost between infinities is where you are no beyond no back where you are time won’t lapse where you are no maps tell me where you are no roads reach thee where you are museum of ache is where you are burial of hopes is where you are I…Read More
your memories cling to my very skin it is hard to tell where I end where you begin they crawl all over me sparing not an inch not even the air I breathe their whispers ring through autumns and springs my mind is tormented by the epiphanies they bring days dissolve into nights with such…Read More
Can you love someone if you don’t know them yet? Can you unlove someone after you get to know them? Is it possible to shed those feelings after people change? And once you’ve harbored a certain kind of affection for someone, how do you go on living like before, after learning that a meaningless affection…Read More
2021 was a year of rereads. I did not have any massive reading goals because I was mostly just rereading my old favorites. Even so, I read a total of 60 books out of which 32 were some old classics and contemporaries that I was revisiting, and remaining 30 were new titles. Among those 30,…Read More
I guess what tends to amaze me the most is – people. They are unpredictable, insensitive, and for most part, just unbearable. *Of course, not all of them!* I write about dad, about what I feel without him, because I don’t want to lose him, not yet. You must think I’m stupid, plain daft. That…Read More
The more I think about it, the more it feels that the book I am working on is one that the ones who know me would hate me for. Why would I want to bring something like that to life? Let alone for the world to read. Little do they know that there aren’t a…Read More
[III] I think about you. At times, I am thinking all day. Between talks, between breaths, between blinks. Guess that happens when you’re daydreaming, about fantasies, about impossibilities, endlessly. With me, though, there are prolonged spells when it is hard to tell if I really want them or if I just love the idea of…Read More
Nights and mornings, all feel the same. I can’t tell one from the other. And yet, when I look at the walls around me, everything’s changed. When and how, is what I’m left with. Feels like an age has passed in the blink of an eye. Some I wish to see, are far far away.…Read More
There is this song that makes me miss you so much. The song I speak of is Alone by Alan Walker. I do not know who’s the singer. But something is different about the music. It takes me to a place I so want to be. And I know that place is nowhere. Because no…Read More
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 SethRead More
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…Read More