KB’s Stories & Songs is a creative space featuring original short stories, personal narratives, and music written by Krishna Bhaskar. Some humorous, some reflective — all deeply personal.
Birha: When a Bird Calls Across the Ocean — Krishna Bhaskar 🕊️ Birha / Nirgun • Bhojpuri Separation Song Birha: When a Bird Calls Across the Ocean By Krishna Bhaskar For the diaspora — the ones who carry longing in their blood There is a kind of pain that does not scream. It just sits […]
The Avocado Boy Who Became the Most Wanted Man in Mexico A story about poverty, power, ambition, and the cost of choices. There’s something about stories like this that feel unreal. A boy grows up in a dusty village, drops out of school, crosses the border chasing something bigger… and decades later, entire highways burn
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A restless summer at 19, a doorbell, a father’s tears — That Summer Afternoon tells a story of struggle and joy. And in many ways, Krishna Bhaskar never left that moment. It was just another summer afternoon I was 19, turning a little rowdy A halfway goon They said good kids can change
“They Said I Couldn’t” by Krishna Bhaskar is a triumphant little fable where a lemon-lime color toad throws shade at doubt and naps through adversity. It’s quirky, bold, and beautifully defiant—a rainy-day anthem for anyone who’s ever proved the world wrong with a grin. The leaving last shower Taunted the happy toad Your happiness
“It Seems to Me” by Krishna Bhaskar is a gentle, poetic nudge to the soul behind the success—where Rolex time, Bentleys, and bright city lights can’t outshine the barefoot days of real warmth. It’s a love letter to lost simplicity, old songs, and the people who still remember you before the glow-up. Have you been
“Something Warm Is Getting Cold” by Krishna Bhaskar is a raw, heart-wrenching whisper during a moment of impending loss. It captures the helpless stillness of grief—where love lingers, but warmth begins to slip away. Something warm is getting cold I can’t tell if the sun is setting I can’t tell if your breath is
“रोला फुआ” – कृष्णा भास्कर द्वारा एक प्यारी, नर्म-मिज़ाज कहानी उस पारिवारिक दंतकथा जैसी फुआ की—छोटे कद की, मगर आत्मा से ज़बरदस्त, और थ्री-टेक्स की रानी। दोहराए जाने वाले वाक्य, तोते की सोने की आदतें, और पटना के सपनों के बीच, ये कहानी बचपन, हँसी और प्यार को पुराने ज़माने के अंदाज़ में लपेटकर आपके सामने
“Sleepless but Sleepy” by Krishna Bhaskar is a quiet 3am confession wrapped in onion rings, chai, and quiet courage. It’s a poetic nod to the grind, the breeze, and the beauty in keeping on—one sleepy breath at a time. I am sleepless and sleepy It’s quiet and breezy 3am in Frisco isn’t a hopping
“Mirrors and Hammers” by Krishna Bhaskar drifts through quiet streets and quieter thoughts, where flickering lamps and cello notes accompany a soul on the edge of memory. It’s tender, haunting, and beautifully restrained—like a midnight drive through the heart. I’ve been looking for you in the streets I know I’ve been shoveling my emotions like
“With My Hands Tied” by Krishna Bhaskar is a soul-baring anthem for anyone who’s ever felt stuck in life’s tug-of-war. It’s about resilience, quiet truth, and the beauty of being a little lost—but never fake. I have been wrong But never lied I have stood feeling lost With my hands tied I believed
“A Story Untold” by Krishna Bhaskar is a bittersweet melody of what could’ve been—part cowboy heartache, part poetic hug. Set under the vast Texas sky with fries, forgotten plans, and lingering hope, it’s a quiet anthem for the beautifully unresolved. When I opened the letters There was none from you Lover or traitor I
“Cold Rain & Nostalgia” by Krishna Bhaskar is a poetic stroll through memory lane, where ordinary things carry extraordinary warmth. It’s a cozy, rain-soaked hug wrapped in denim, driveway cracks, and the scent of old coffee. Those jeans I felt confident in That old house on Cotton Gin My favorite dark green coffee mug My
Rola Fua “Rola Fua” by Krishna Bhaskar is a charming and tender tale of a legendary family matriarch—tiny in size, mighty in spirit, and a certified queen of triple takes. Through repeating phrases, parrots with bedtime routines, and dreams of Patna, this story wraps nostalgia, humor, and love into one beautifully old-school package. By Krishna
“Getting Old, Getting Younger” by Krishna Bhaskar is a playful, pulsing rhythm of emotion where storms mirror the chaos within. It’s thunder, lightning, and love—wrapped in boldness, wit, and a touch of poetic swagger. It’s raining hard It’s getting dark It’s a little cold I am feeling bold Too many feelings Too much thunder
“The Crow and the King” by Krishna Bhaskar is a whimsical, mysterious tale where a sharp-eyed crow becomes a messenger of fate. It’s part riddle, part revelation—and all heart, set in a courtyard where silence often says the most. A crow flew in the courtyard And landed on the chair There were some playing
