Yetesh Sharma

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...

” Behold! Because there is yet to be seen, yet to be believed and yet to disagree from!” Funny, how in some ways we get happy...

For once there was no fictional land but everyone had a say. Everybody had a voice to wander in each other’s ears and believe as...

This time I won’t let an idle chance of forgetting what I’m going to write. Why? You question… I can’t wait to forget for the...

I had promised this disguised soul I won’t forget that discussion last evening. I’m here to get unapproved of me being a forgetful person, again!...

Where is the air to rest our nose on, Is it there where I’ll go easy on the dink of life?   An internal look...

Taking a nap I’ll move, If I’m little more inspired to. Wincing on the words I prayed with, I’ll pull my sleeve and bear the...

A little about the walk of life will be told, The scent of which is inherent in all, Wherever will be the sound of the...