Yash ShrivastavaNapowrimo Day 1As the storm passed, and fog disappeared The city framed into its zones and boroughs Shimmered brighter than ever Under a livid sky, all…Apr 1, 2022Apr 1, 2022
Yash ShrivastavaAn ode to my trekking shoesYou, a size ten craft of beautiful bark brown suede Cocoa colored laces, only a few inches shorter than the silent pine trees You bit my…Mar 28, 2022Mar 28, 2022
Yash ShrivastavaWhatTwo hundred years of history I stand a stranger to my own ancestry My great-great-grandfather moved here to Malwa From somewhere North…Mar 28, 2022Mar 28, 2022
Yash Shrivastavaas spring arrives we seek daffodils along canals solemn art in what survivesMar 17, 2022Mar 17, 2022
Yash ShrivastavaOn nights, when life feels like a distant dream One that leaves you happy right after waking up But…Mar 1, 2022Mar 1, 2022
Yash ShrivastavaCan we always be honest with each otherI don’t know. When people tell others, it’s going to be all right, or when they tell themselves the same. Right after a tragedy our body…Feb 23, 2022Feb 23, 2022
Yash ShrivastavaStanding in the line for tickets outside the Victoria museum’s white domed building I looked at…Feb 22, 2022Feb 22, 2022
Yash ShrivastavaMay my words carry more And travel far May they sneak serendipity In familiar spaces May they grow…Feb 22, 2022Feb 22, 2022
Yash ShrivastavaAfterthoughtAs the storm arrived I couldn't do much Except look for a shelter And weather itFeb 21, 2022Feb 21, 2022
Yash ShrivastavaFloating on the surface, smug that I know the depths I want to sink, to fall through the cracks…Jan 15, 2022Jan 15, 2022
