Confessions from a poet's heart
Confessions from a poet's heart
Yashika Doshi
Poetry holds a different level of comfort, especially in the knowledge that I will always have it by my side, despite everything life has in store. I write because it feels like coming home and exploring a different world of stories at the same time. Being able to write became sacred over all this time, a process of healing sometimes, alongside a feeling of elation.
You are the sky
There has to be something special about a person with whom you had witnessed all possible seasons together, right?
Aug 14, 2021
3 min
If I could be anything else for a day
If I could be anything else for a day, I'd like to be the sun which lights up someone else's sky.
Aug 7, 2021
2 min
Reason for my (in)sanity
With some, we laugh. With some, we forget time. But I think with some, we find those pieces of ourselves we didn't even know we'd lost.
Jul 31, 2021
2 min
An Open Door
The confines of my mind are playing tricks on me once again; they confuse memories with mistakes, just because those words start with the same letter.
Jul 24, 2021
2 min
On a Quiet Morning
This story is not about asking for happiness, it's about just a little less pain. This story is not about being tired of making efforts, this story is about the world righting itself.
Jul 17, 2021
2 min
I am slowly learning
I am slowly learning that I am terrible at finding the right words to describe moments.
Jul 10, 2021
2 min
If there is a tomorrow for us
It's an ironic experience, this getting distracted by you, this getting distracted by the idea of you, this idea that there exists a tomorrow for us.
Jul 3, 2021
2 min
Once in a while
Once in a while, in the middle of life, I try to forget the expectations and responsibilities. Tonight, I walk under the stars, I fall for the moon again and set out to carve the road lying ahead myself, because it is okay. It is okay to get lost while searching for myself.
Jun 26, 2021
3 min
Sometimes
Sometimes you ask me how I'm doing, and I cannot bring myself to tell you that I'm losing sleep, that I'm falling head first into a mess of uncertainties, so I tell you that I'm not scared of the dark.
Jun 19, 2021
2 min
Silent cafés and us
The air around us is full of thoughts to acknowledge and things to say, all the permutations and combinations of words just waiting to be said out loud. But to explain how we are better when not together, will our silence suffice?
Jun 12, 2021
3 min
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