http://slow.writerscafe.org/ferrask The original writings of author Ferras K en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990517 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A change is comingI don't know if my heart should singTo that place I love, I am headingI wonder if it would be the right thingWhich of us can see beyond the horizon?I would not mind if they shared their visionsEverybody knows that what is done, is doneBut I need to know if I'll be happy with what i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/1073197/ A strand of thought I followedA strand I lost as my hands movedTo think those lovely thoughtsTo lose them before I had them wroteThe roads that I've traveledThe seas that I've sailedThe skies that I've traversedDeep inside my waking dreamsA wasteland with no signsOf the beauty I'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/1057359/ some time ago, a local paper reported a mob beating to death a drug addict, apparently escaping from his rehabilitation centre... i guess this was inspired by that news report http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/1045020/ [Do you hear the voicesSinging inside our heads]Cold, cold rain and tears are pouring downCan you swim, my dear or will we drown?We've been chasing the sun and our smilesDo you hear them singing inside your head?Of mountains falling on top of our headsSaying we've got to hide and s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/1027772/ I feel the jagged edgesI've been here beforeWhat is this obsession?This same old explorationLike tongue dancing over teethWishing for the taste of a cutA hint of painA hint of dangerBut that's not why I returnI'm just a slaveTo the itchI feel the snug comfortAs I flow into .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/1025624/ Dark clouds gatherOminous with their cloaksHeavy and wetThey push and shoveSending bolts of white light downThe sound of their struggle Rumble above like celestial drumsThe sky is coveredWith colours, black and greyA storm is gatheringThe wind is agitatedRoaring and moaning R.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/1004162/ I smiledWell, it was more like the ghost of a smileWhen fate plays her handWhat more can anyone do?"Life must go on"The song sangAnd all I can think is...That's the problemAnd I wishThat when the sun setsThe night would never endLet me sleepForever sleepLive in dreamlands.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/989029/ Tell me do you ever feel lonelyGazing up at the starsI am told they are countless and then some, somewhereFar beyond what I can seeTell me have you ever seen them so brightWish we were holding hands tonightI'm standing, praying for a shooting starTo give you all your every wishOh! .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/985432/ Crumpled pages strewnOverflowing garbage binScreams disapprovalThwarted endeavoursAnother one joins the pileSave me, Erato http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/982459/ never seen snow fallten billion snowflakes, uniquespring morning wishesmelting, thawing snowfeeding streams, 'twas early springtelly visions showsunshine peeking outbougainvilleas clamberingup walls, eating sunwinter forgottenapril showers, blooming springbutterflies flir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/970753/ Drifting, floating downLast leaf of the fall descendsTo join her sistersHow strange I should dreamOf dead leaves and winter comeIn this summer heatNot of monsoon rainsFrom southern seas far, so blueDrifting, floating downFor the longest time, I watchedThe last leaf falling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/966123/ The streets stare at youEmpty and longingFor its long gone childrenNow there's no one leftThe air still carries the smellOf burning firesAs death fell from the skyYou could still hear the echoesOf explosions and sirensA symphony for freedomWe were toldNo more worriesNo more caresLiberated by the han.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/962846/ talking moo pointson Indian roadslike godswithout care http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/951985/ I get by on hopeLike a junkie high on dopeThis is how I copeWith life's uneven slope http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/951984/ we're set in our waysthese old headscan't see the rising tidesoenforced this calmwith strong willsstoking our differencesfour callow handswon't plead guiltyweekends of silencenot given to changenor forgivenesshaunting each other's sleeptilltwo vengeful heartspick on each faultweekends of sorrowtwo b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/951004/ why don't we feed the fire?ignite this cold atmospherein a frenzy of wordslet in the hot desert stormand let it stretch us to breaking pointthis manufactured peacethis uneasy silencei can see we don't belong herei want to break freedon't you want it too?be somewhere else whereemotions don't hidenor .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/951003/ they sitaround round tablesa cartel of opinionsflattery oozing outfrom their scheming thoughtsborn of deceptioncleverly,currying favourshearthe scurry of their feettheir stance, always shufflinglike shifting, turning sandand they standalways close to thosehigh and mightybut blindthe future, to them,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/951000/ a rosebut for her thornsshe'd bea lily http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/950998/ the well is dryand thirsty thoughts have flownsearching form,another watering holewill they return?i'm left lonelyemptyinspiration, where is your voice?the silence keeps singingin your absenceso loudso persistent, thati'm starting to lovethis silent songis this why i'm left behind?i wonderto bejust .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/950997/ it stood therejust beyond the curve of intuitionjust beyond the grasp of stored knowledgesilentteasingplayful but quietlike a shy little childwith no one to nudge it forwardno one to hold its handand guide it through that little stepinto revelationso it stood thereat the back of my mindand i missed .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/950995/ ''Got anything?'' he asked.''This dream,'' I said.''That's everything.'' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/950994/ it seemed like the cold wasn't enoughnow the sky is bleeding drops of rainthe gloom danced and laughedbut i found an escapein the sweetness that was her smilea voice, soft and tempting, bewitchingthe sparkle that danced behind her glassesmemories this November rain won't wash awayi walked home, dren.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/950992/ Soon this day will be yesterdayI will hideIn the shelter that is my mind    and if the demons still followI shall slay themOne by oneIn dreamlands whereI am Creator       and DestroyerI am the sun in the skyI am the sky that captured the moon       a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/949960/ Come, let's go for a little rideYou and me, in my little rideNo worries for a little whileDrive around town with a smileI wish we could stay this wayAnother perfect dayTell me some place you want to goYou know there's no place I won't followIt don't matter where we goAs long as you don't let goAs lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/949959/ so much depth I can't fathomI am limitedI am too simplethe words won't come to meI search in vainI look aroundI stare at what the others have foundI look like a half-witmy jaws hang open at the unknownwish I could decipherthese ideas that they spawnI could have filledthe space between my earswith be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/949958/ distant though the suni feel the heat burningunder my skinas sweat forms like dew dropson my foreheadi wish for the nightand an escapefrom the fiery gazeof this summer sunthe artificial cold is no useit's like havingan out-of-the-body coldnessand the knowledgeit's not really cold outsidejust makes i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/947566/ follow mei'm headed for the shorei'm tired of the seaand its shifting liquid floorit was funtrying to stay afloatbut i'm doneeven though we share this boatfollow mei'm headed for the shorelest we drown in this stormy sealosing all that we fought forfollow meand we'll walk on firm groundfar from the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/946122/ a static lullaby playing in my heada cool summer sun sinking in the distanceas i write these lines in my rumpled bedin a daze of boredom, mine eyes losing sleepthis won’t be a day to remember, to recalla lull, before the week comes with its urgent callnow sleep crawls on my eyelids, hypnotizin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/945272/ i went to bed the other daythinkingi'm wakingearly the next dayit was afternoonthe next daywhen i woke up and i thought,''too soon''as i foughtmy sleepy headone other timei hadthis big pile of clothesdirty, grimly grimyso i soaked them clothesin one big bucket"for an hour," i said"or two," i added i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/945270/ take me downto that special placewhere among hopes and dreamsyour smile flashes aroundand covers that pretty facewith a thousand suns, it seemsmakes me dream and wishof never ending blissyou are everything i wantedyou are everything i needed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/945269/ take me downin your imagined ragewhen you feel the needyou've been downso i'll be your cagebe your constant feedcause i can feel you againsomewhere in your paini've been here beforei can keep the scoretake me closer to the edgewe'll take the diveif there be no other wayi'll wear you like a pledgewe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/945268/ could you please leave the dooropenwhen you leaveso i can seeif you should look backover your shoulder,if you should hesitateand give me hopeorif you would take that walkwith no regretsand know i've lostso pleaseleave the door openhelp memake my mind upwith your resolveorwith your indecisioneither w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/945266/ ''they said,'' i startedhe cut me off''we don't do THEY SAIDs here''he said''but they said this is...,'' i triedagainanother cut off''didn't ya hear what i said.we don't do THEY SAIDs here''he repeatedlouder this time''so buzz off,'' he addedfor good measurethen staredwith a stare so deepit seemedhe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/945264/ blood seeps through the soila spill that you've seen to with toilin the name of the peoplefor the greater good, you crywith ideals that keep you blindand fingers always on a triggeras you feed on miseryand then feed the misery''sons of the soil we are,'' you claim''upholders of the future we are,'' .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/945262/ i gave in againas ever, unable to withstandthese temptationsof pleasurable sensationsthey have sunk deep,lodged firmly withinwhere principles should have beenso i enter the foreignwhere fantasies reignwhile reality watches my plightin its unforgiving lightwhere there be no mercies giftedwhere there .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/945259/ dust-covered, your leaves have droopedburdened with dirtthat seems to hang aroundforever, these daysdew drops shy awayand maybe for the bestalways thirsty, these dry dusty grainsyou were beautifulwith leaves numbered like the starsbut where is your colour, green?'cause brown is all you wearfore.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/945254/ what else can you dobut waitit must be called the waiting roomfor a reason, don't you thinkso let us waitwith glum facesand twiddling thumbsin anxietywith impatienceenjoy(?) this whole waiting experiencewith a healthy dose of frustrationwhile every number gets calledbut yours http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/945249/ when i first came herei was cold, wrapped in fearbut hope that sent me herekept me warm through the nightloneliness haunted melike a leech, it clung to meled me to places i didn't want to bebut i ran, forever it seemed, in search of lightmy footsteps sounded loudfalling in the silence like a raucous.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/945247/ You liedIt's always dark in hereThe smell clear, of despairOf loneliness, and fearWish you'd knownBefore you moved inYou should have seenThe signs they were showin'You diedA long time ago, my dearWhen hope gave into despairYou drowned in your tearsI saw you crash downI didn't know you'd given inI di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/945246/ i still rememberthat crestfallen dayso gloomy and coldit makes me smilethe memory fresh, aliveand i can still feelthe chill in the air that dayand i can still tastethe sweetness that wasour first kisswe went wildin riotous silenceunder a blanketas kisses chased feelingsand heartbeats racedunspoken w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/944674/ still sleepingin fact, snoringlike a thousand frogs croakingin blissful nasal tonesin it, drowningare the birdsongs, chirpingin the sunrise, now breakingover the distant mountain conesthat's my dad, still snoringthere's my brother, playingwith the dog, barkingand over the hearth stonesmy mom's cooki.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/944671/ mosquitoes irritate the heavens out of me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/944670/ are they asleep?these big machinesall is silentthe earth trembles when they are awakehomes covered in the dust they trailthey growl and they whineeating earth and rock for breakfastthe hill that was my childhood's mountainnow lies spread out beneath my feetfor now thoughthey stand still, quietas if .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/944218/ i've categorised them as poems but i don't think they are really poems. i started them with poetry in mind. so the categorisation. by the way, when does poetry turn into prose and vice versa?? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/944204/ this is what happens when you get bored at work. you start seeing things :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/944184/ i've categorised them as poems but i don't think they are really poems. i started them with poetry in mind. so the categorisation. by the way, when does poetry turn into prose and vice versa?? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/943795/ i've categorised them as poems but i don't think they are really poems. i started them with poetry in mind. so the categorisation. by the way, when does poetry turn into prose and vice versa?? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/943792/ i've categorised them as poems but i don't think they are really poems. i started them with poetry in mind. so the categorisation. by the way, when does poetry turn into prose and vice versa?? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/943788/ thoughts on a flight to somewhere http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/943335/ last year, i moved to Agartala, NE India. i work there. when i moved there in Feb, it was already warm. and it was still hot and humid going into late Oct. it seemed like winter was never gonna come. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ferrask/943334/