musings – Asha Seth

Rain Daze

By: Asha Seth July 1, 2022July 2, 2022

Tender Tidingslife, musings, rains3 Comments

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…

Mr Unexpected & I

By: Asha Seth March 8, 2022March 8, 2022

Tender Tidingslife, musings2 Comments

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,…

Coriander Hopes

By: Asha Seth February 11, 2022February 11, 2022

Tender TidingsAsha Seth, badbookthief, Blogging, Book Reviews, musings, Writing1 Comment

I look over my shoulders. One, twice, and then again. This ritual never ends. Me, chasing darkness for that sliver of light. And light evading me, elusive as ever. I couldn’t have been more desperate, more wanting of that one little ray of hope. I wake up. The morning is chilly. There’s a slight nip…

Between Dusk & Dawn…

By: Asha Seth January 18, 2022January 18, 2022

Tender Tidingsblogging on wordpress, life, love, musings, writer's life12 Comments

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…

Friends in Foreign Places

By: Asha Seth December 29, 2021December 29, 2021

Tender TidingsAsha Seth, badbookthief, life, musings, Writing2 Comments

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…

Not-so-Tender Tidings

August arrived in a frenzy but disappeared unnoticed. Just like the whole of 2020 mostly will. More on 2020 later though. It isn’t always I’m derailed from routine. But at times, it isn’t even under my own control. And no matter how natural that is, it is unnerving. Mostly because, there’s always so much to…

Trivial Treasures

[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…

Close to Lost – A Memoir

The light’s a dim yellow. Just the way you liked. I leave it that way. Each night. For seven hundred and thirty one nights. Exactly two years. I stare at the ceiling, and then some at the walls. They stare back. Blank. They’re lost too. At times, they move. The window panes on the ceiling,…

90 Days Around the World

By: Asha Seth June 26, 2020November 12, 2020

Tender Tidings90 days of lockdown, Asha Seth, badbookthief, badbookthief reviews, badbookthiefphotography, badbookthiefpoetry, badbookthieftravels, covid 19 quarantine, hope, life, lockdown, musings, Ramblings16 Comments

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.…

Wild

By: Asha Seth February 16, 2019May 4, 2020

MicropoetryBlogging, heart, Instagram, Instapoetry, Micropoetry, mind, musings, Poems22 Comments

no storms were bold enough no waves as wild as this hundred-year old heart and this five-year old mind How do you like my new micropoetry format? Like it? No? Do share your thoughts below. Follow @themusingquill on Instagram for more poetry. I await you there. 🙂 ~~~~~ Asha Seth

कल…

By: Asha Seth February 14, 2019March 31, 2021

Hindi PoetryHindi, life, musings, Poems, Poetry, Tomorrow11 Comments

चलते चलते कदम नहीं थकते ठहर जाने से थकते हैं यह सोचकर परेशान नहीं दिल की कल की सुबह आज सी नहीं होगी पर इस सोच में डूबा रेहता है की आज की शाम कल सी हुई तोह क्या डर इस बात का नहीं की कल अपने मुँह मोड़ लें फिक्र इस बात की होती…

Ruins

By: Asha Seth February 13, 2019February 13, 2019

PoetryBlogging for poetry, Home, lost, musings, Poems, Poetry, Poetry-writing, Poets on Wordpress, Ruins, Welcome, writer's life21 Comments

when I returned lost and beaten through the woods to reach where I belong no one was there to welcome me except the scorching trail and the ruins beyond ~~~~~ Asha Seth

The Hate I Harbored

By: Asha Seth February 6, 2019March 17, 2021

Tender TidingsBlogging, Family, Father, happiness, memories, musings, Regrets, Writers, Writing2 Comments

Time wasn’t on our side. Today, when it is too late, I convince myself thus. Maybe I wasn’t the right age to understand. Maybe you were too harsh that I suffered in vain. Maybe I comprehended you wrong. Maybe you misunderstood me much. I believed you knew what you were doing. Unleashing a world of…

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

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…

One Last Time…

By: Asha Seth December 13, 2018December 13, 2018

PoetryLast Chance, Last time, life, love, memories, musings, Poems, Poetry, Writing10 Comments

What can be hoped after your last chance is snatched away? What can you say when a debris of words clogs your throat, gnaws at your brain? What remains when your heart’s tired of being numb? What can be done, when that ‘one last time’ never comes? ~~~~~ Asha Seth

Indifference

By: Asha Seth December 4, 2018December 6, 2018

PoetryCreative Writing, musings, Poems, Poetry, Poetry Blogging, Poetry Lovers, Poetry-writing, Poets, Poets on Wordpress, Writing7 Comments

it doesn’t matter whether days fuse into nights or seas dissolve into the skies you carry on breathing the same air eating the same dust as the day you were born like the day after you die ~~~~~ Asha Seth

पतझड़ और वो…

By: Asha Seth November 18, 2018December 28, 2021

Hindi Poetryपतझड़, Creative Writing, Hindi Poetry, life, love, musings, Poems, Poetry, Poetry-writing, Relationships, Writing11 Comments

जब मिले हम उस पतझड़ से कुछ इस कदर डूबे उसकी ख़ूबसूरती में की यह पूछना भूल गए वह आएंगे भी या बस उनकी यादें साथ लाये हो उसकी बाहों में सिमट यह बोलना भूल गए इंतज़ार हमें वो करवाते हैं पर हमारी तन्हाई को सीने से तुम लगा लेते हो ~~~~~ आशा सेठ