Atharva : Writing

Dust of past

Dust of past

A Poem by Atharva


The dust of past is just like rustfeels warm when it forms layerfeels good that something is holding uslike warm bedsheet in wintersyet dust may cause..
First love

First love

A Poem by Atharva


A face, only to realize beauty existEyes only dive deeper, in the oceans of fireSmile, only to know that I can smileA heartbeat, only to realize lovea..