Micropoetry#60

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4 am

you’re adrift barely breathing you’re sleeping but your ghosts are lurking although draped in slumber in your head you’re wide awake… For 4 am, is the hour to sire fresh dreams to leave behind all that couldn’t be… For 4 am, is a new bend those haunts need to rest the voices better wait they…

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Micropoetry#58

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Micropoetry#57

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Rejections are tough. But they are more difficult when you’re a writer. Because with every rejection, sometimes, comes a dose of dejection that gradually eats you. And it’s hard to think of the way forward.It is astonishing when you think about the number of writers who give up with every rejection. But it is important…

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Pain or pleasure, makes us better. Each of our experiences makes us a better artist. And that is more than a sufficient reason to believe that whatever happens, happens for good, to teach us something, to leave lessons with us, that is our own, and only ours. These experiences should be harnessed to power up…

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Writing Inspiration #43

Well, this isn’t the first time an author has tried to emphasise on the importance of reading for writing a book. Most writers read a good deal before even starting to pen down their ultimate novel. I wouldn’t know how to write if I hadn’t taken inspiration from the books written by authors successful today.…

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Uproar – Micropoetry

When the last of the winds have stopped howling even a dead leaf’s stir will cause an uproar Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Never miss a post! Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

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Ruin – Micropoetry

And baby, here’s why you couldn’t ruin me because even before we met a thousand fires had burnt me a thousand seas had drowned me 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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Every time…

And every time, breathing felt like a mountain weighing you down I wish you’d come running into me… that you’d allow me to cradle you to sleep… And every time, living felt like a burden drowning you down I wish you’d come running into me… that you’d allow me to cradle you to sleep… And…

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जब याद तुम आते हो …

पुरानी यादों को निचोड़कर कभी ख़ुशी तो कभी ग़म पी लिया करते हैं जब याद तुम आते हो दुनिया से छिपकर रो लिया करते हैं अपनी खामियों पर खुद को जी भरके कोस लिया करते हैं जब याद तुम आते हो दुनिया से छिपकर रो लिया करते हैं तुम्हारे वादों में ज़िन्दगी का मकसद ढूंढ…

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