He’s in love…

When the sun sinks in the abyss he holds me and tells me he’s in love with my anxieties that curl around his gaze in the chill of the dark when I shiver he pulls me closer and tells me he’s in love with my fears that speak more than my lips do he grips…

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Scars, like Stars…

she hides them but they peek anyway she paints them but they peel away she looks at them hard when she’s alone she relives those stories that have long gone she distances herself from the world so piercing she worries she’ll be judged reduced to mockery she aches to be sans them she longs to…

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It’s a shame…

It’s a shame

that i want more of you

always more

so much more

like a hungry wolf

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Micropoetry#59

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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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Micropoetry#56

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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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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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Time – Micropoetry

trapped in the fist of memories, forced into modesty, craves to be set free. 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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