Yetesh Sharma

“There’s a river that keeps on flowing. There’s a sun that keeps on staring and there’s a life that keeps on going.” The Cyclist kept...

When the whole world seemed burning down into angry ashes, he swept into the ocean of his favorite books shutting the doors and windows leading...

Dear Diary, Life is lonely here. Even if you will stay, the tides will rub you off. It’s like a gypsy soul is better these...

“Two days off the shore and the world forgets you are the sailor!”. Mysticism never ends neither did his stamina. His paddling seemed consistent as...

“What’s up for me?” This brings the biggest confusion in one’s life. And with the onus of leading this conversation, he decided to paddle and...

Fell short of a word just one, At peak streak pricking inside. Quietly set upon the wish to proceed, Over lips dry of prayers inside....

That bright summer afternoon, no orange sun to see, Warm lights through doors it stepped in like a crowd. A warm loo sweep through the...

Why believe if to fade away, Like sunset in the lap of dull sky. Greatness have patience, a word, So far, that even may not...

Till I feel a little familiar to this, I refrain from accepting that it’s been a hell of a ride back and forth home. Closer...

The lake of frozen life, Like prose of slacked supreme. The rows of varying visions, Like a world of stretched sky. The enlighten light spread...