Bharat JoshiWhat I really missLooking at the mirror, I see stains on teeth stains of coffee — hues of yellow, On every sip of coffee, I miss the taste of tea What I…Jun 24, 2019Jun 24, 2019
Bharat JoshiShades of LoveAs seasons span over the measure of a year so are your sweeping mood and shade The sweet summer rain reoccur in a year Skeptical your…May 1, 2019May 1, 2019
Bharat JoshiContemplation of the PastAnother long wakeful anxious night goesApr 28, 20191Apr 28, 20191