Yetesh Sharma

Of theirs are sad faces rolling out bright suns, From windows leaning on winter mornings. Their calls like empty voices, Pending on their meaningless lips....

This place, I shall keep it warm, And I shall not go, till it gets dark. First day, Summers those were, Stinking summer was I...

The Idea “What’s gone once is gone forever”, comes a quote from yet another victim of India-Pakistan partition and subsequently appears to be an appending...

As of now, we see a spectrum of definitions for the world ‘conflict’. It could arise from possibly anything, particularly if the interest of one...

Long where I trodded, Place like that puts me on shine tonight. I see whilst my lifelong wonders, And I witness it has got it...

Be it the first word that comes to my mind, Be it the idea that invokes me up from dead. But I’m happy that it...

Would ya tell me ya name, Ya master of disguise! Coz I hate ya more if ya won’t, In the hell’s name die of shame....

Sing O Sing Sing O Sing, my dancing body, This in the wake of time. Let it go a bit so oddy, Live in the...

First of all, I would like you to acknowledge that this post is purely random and you may come across some serious mood fluctuations because...

Hell, we are fooled, Yet again, By our ticky old foe. He’s writing this text, With his touch on the screen. He’s watching the blank...