Yetesh Sharma

Everything Could have been here, live and true, For there hasn’t been much of a chance, To look around, and to know that there’s is,...

A year has elapsed, and in this peacetime life has newly dawned like a fresh crop of the season, An old season when everything was...

I’ve left all my preoccupations, And I’m back down here, willingly. For all of the day that the vacancy of thoughts be replaced, Sit down...

Under the light at same time, The next day the same place. Have darkness of soul, unknown, Have pride of day next to own. ...

As I reach for the top to read the sunlight after dark verses of the cloudy night, All that gets before my eyes is cloudy...

Long before their talks won’t get over, It was almost as such the glimpses of the unknown was preferable, And long before I would know...

I got a call from my night Saying she knows what’s my dream. I’m busy I told her I was asleep, She won’t wake me...

Woke up and found the same baggage I’ve been carrying since that fateful day of the last decade. Once upon a time, I just had...

It’s cold out there, but the skins are burning. The plurality is seeable in this statement, in “skins” not “skin” as multiple layers of it...