She was art.The kind you stare at inside museums.Until, you walk away feeling like you’ve had a conversation that can never again be replicated – one where she knows the depths of your soul and you know nothing about her.
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You never really loved me…
You never really loved me
You never truly tried
Saying you do and always did
Does it really suffice?
You never really found me
You never truly looked
But when you stumbled upon me
Like a game you had me took
You never really stopped me
You never truly tried
Did it really matter then
Whether I lived or died?
You never really loved me
You never really tried
Saying you do and always did
Doesnt really suffice!
-Asha Seth
Hurt that Heals
I let the music
explode my ears
way better feels the hurt
than that of the wailing heart
I let the lyrics
blind my pain
for they dissolve away
the vestifes
of your selfish voice
- Asha Seth
When you stare at me…
With that distant look in your eye
you stare at me a long while
I see a million memories somersault
in the fiery gaze you hide
the blue isn’t blue anymore
dark black and full of pride
I see you resist then fight
to leave behind the other life
with that distant look in your eye
you stare at me a long while
I wish I saw me there too
even if I was just a lie
-Asha Seth
Circle
heart
dressed in longing
longing for flings
flings
draped in colours
colours of hope
hope
smeared in anguish
anguish of past
past
painted in memories
memories of love
love
fused with qualms
qualms of heart
heart
dressed in longing
longing for flings
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
- Asha Seth
December
with all its damp
left me happier
than January
with all the sun could.
when I walked
bare feet
through the woods
to reach where I belong
no one was there
to welcome me
except the scorching trail
and the abandoned house beyond.
and why is it
that the most perfect man
meets the most perfect woman.
Always, bloody, ALWAYS.
Why isn’t it that
the flawed man
meets the imperfect woman
and they make it together
for a lifetime?
I did everything you asked me to
then I did what my heart asked me to
just to see what would keep you
from walking out the door
Asha Seth
When I’m gone…
When I’m gone…
baby, walk the meadows,
where the dew tickled our toes
where we’d lie for hours
consumed with love
in that moment, I’ll be with you
♥
When I’m gone…
baby, sit by the pond,
we’d toss pebbles into
and watched them
leave ripples on the surface
in that moment, I’ll be with you
♥
When I’m gone…
baby, climb the hills
we’d wave the sun goodbye from
and sealed the day with a kiss
in that moment, I’ll be with you
♥
When I’m gone…
baby, read Frost, Calvino, and Poe
that we’d wallow in sitting by the fire
in that moment, I’ll be with you
♥
When I’m gone…
I want you to feel no grief
shed no tear, evade despair
baby, just know this
like the moss that cushions the stones
your love cushioned my damaged soul.
~~~~~
Asha Seth
He tore down the rose
‘She loves me’
'She loves me not’…
.
.
but never saw
the rose bleeding
in his palms…