From the Soul to the nib of the Pen

Dear Self, Don’t put yourself between the ending of this year and the beginning of a new and judge yourself. Even if no one else sees it, you know how much you have grown as a person this year....

https://krivashist.wordpress.com/2021/12/28/dear-self/

Hello to the one who’s reading this! Hope you are doing well and keeping safe. While a lot changed during the pandemic, and things still remain uncertain, I am sure that all of us discovered so...

https://krivashist.wordpress.com/2021/01/31/giving-voice-to-my-poetry/

Right now a guy is all cuddled up in his blanket watching a movie on his laptop. Today was like any otherday for him. He got up in the morning, made himself a cup of coffee, had cereals in breakf...

https://krivashist.wordpress.com/2020/11/20/%E2%80%8Bokay-being-average/

I have been on this vacation with you for the last few months. It might seem like one of those long vacations one would dream of, but we know that this hasn’t been quite like that. When one fal...

https://krivashist.wordpress.com/2020/11/11/%E2%80%8Bwhat-do-you-want-to-do-next/

There were a lot of questions that I wanted to ask him before he left for a long vacation without telling me. Did you take your favorite black sweater with you? Do you remember the recipe of the ...

https://krivashist.wordpress.com/2020/10/30/%E2%80%8Bgetting-ghosted-on-halloween/

It was time to lock the house up And set it free. He said he could no longer  Bear the way the writer would make a drink Emotions being spilled from the top of the glass Love, hatred Attachment,...

https://krivashist.wordpress.com/2019/10/15/unknown-writer/

You saw it from a distance I smelled it around You took a step I saw it coming towards Towards, A bit of you A lot of me The sky wore an unusual cloth that day You saw it dying I saw a shadow on ...

https://krivashist.wordpress.com/2018/08/15/the-events/

The light in the room was dim before he entered and drew the curtains. The weather outside seemed pleasant.  He sat adjacent to me, picked up his diary lying on the table, and pulled out the pen...

https://krivashist.wordpress.com/2018/07/26/raindrops/

I’vee left all important details at the footnote of my half breath   while all the little details cover my pen,  that rests somewhere inside my diary, like flowers of gratitude on a gravesto...

https://krivashist.wordpress.com/2018/05/31/unwritten/

In the woods, I could see green trees, and feel the embracing wind, while hearing the music of our footsteps as we walked together, at the same pace, holding our hands firmly, like the leaf holdi...

https://krivashist.wordpress.com/2018/05/23/in-the-woods/