Adarsh VermaShades Of YellowShe always keeps a rusty sculpture in her handbag. She takes it out every fortnight, On the trips to her favorite, crowded park And she…Apr 23, 2019Apr 23, 2019
Adarsh VermaAnswersA homeless woman in grey attire, Decaying under the shawl of sunlight. Crying for attention from the passengers, Who are busy catching…May 15, 2017May 15, 2017
Adarsh VermaWhat’s Her Name?“Don’t call me by name,” she says. “I’m just passing by, I don’t need a name.” A big grin appears on her face. She thinks of a dozen…Apr 23, 2017Apr 23, 2017
Adarsh VermaTick Tock, Tick TockI looked up to the clock, five o’clock I counted. Its dials waved at me and digits too said something. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock…Apr 9, 2017Apr 9, 2017
Adarsh VermaDate A Girl Who Writes LettersDate a girl who writes letters. Date a girl who shivers with excitement when she touches a letter. Date a girl who likes simple words but…Dec 6, 2015Dec 6, 2015