Author: Ashka Naik

A wild, passionate poet - forever stuck in tomorrow. ~ The Silent Scribbler ~
Finding Autumn

Finding Autumn

You would hold the summer in your hands every September, and I would watch you let it slip away. I would hand you autumn in a letter, my love, if only you’d believe me. ~ Ashka Naik

Midsummer Nights

Midsummer Nights

I remember how our hesitant conversations trailed into longer sentences to stretch and fit into the lengthened days of the summer, the shorter nights filled with even shorter silences : the sound of breathless embraces clutching at the numbered seconds on a midsummer night. ~ Ashka Naik