Micropoetry#71

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Micropoetry#65

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Micropoetry#64

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tell me otherwise…

on some days when the moon is hiding behind a cloud I see you through its eyes and I feel your gaze upon me on those nights I find your smell lingering in the corners of my bed when I climb in they hug me until I fall asleep you may deny it wasn’t love…

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You were my drug…

you were my drug the one I was bare without the one I couldn’t stop craving and even though I knew you were drowning me I held on to you like a ship does for anchor you were my drug the one I couldn’t live without the one couldn’t breathe without and even though you…

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Micropoetry#61

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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#59

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when I stopped waiting…

the skies turned purple to pink the lilies rushed from buds to blooms the pale winds gathered words whispered love in the ears of bereaving dawns everywhere was lively everything was gay when I stopped waiting new dreams found their way under my roof in its dark dark room and lit was the heart that…

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Micropoetry#58

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Like a river…

I live off your breaths in all those moments when breathing is hard to do I walk in your steps in all those lanes where direction seems obscure I create life from your leftovers when my muse refuses to stop by I look at myself in your eyes when mirrors turn blind You are like…

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Micropoetry#57

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the withering anchor

the tide has turned I am lost in its depths there’s nothing saving me from the gnawing weeds filling my lungs but his words become my anchor against raging storms they hold me down from going astray all I need to do is hold on but I am slipping from their grip and he doesn’t…

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तेरी यादें…

किस गली जाकर छुपूँ की तेरी यादें पीछा करना छोड़ दें हर नुक्कड़ पर इनका बसेरा है हर चौराह इनका मेला भरा रात ठहरूं चाहे जहाँ सुबह इन्ही की बाहों में होती है सोचता हूँ, मैं हूँ यहीं या बस इनकी सिलवटों में गुम कहीं तेरे जाने से जो गम न हुआ वह इनकी साथ…

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Fire – Micropoetry

* * * * * there was no dousing that fire, the night was a long one * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Follow me on Instagram and Pinterest for my poetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Never miss a post! Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr | Pinterest

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Regret – Micropoetry

* * * * * She could’ve gone anywhere but she landed at the doorstep of regret * * * * * #badbookthiefpoetry Follow me on Instagram and Pinterest for my poetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Never miss a post! Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr | Pinterest

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9 Engaging Poetry Books to Beat Depression

What’s better than a good book to make living worthwhile? The pandemic has been a tough period, and the lockdown unbearable. Many of us are experiencing a term that has become a global lingo – lockdown depression. While there isn’t only one way to handle this period of heightened anxiety, I realised reading poetry has…

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