http://slow.writerscafe.org/rudrakawsar The original writings of author Rudrakawsar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776117452 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 “There are souls in this world, like birds with broken wings — their hearts burn with longing, yet they remain grounded, forever denied the sky they dream of.” — Rudra Kawsar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudrakawsar/2956189/ আত্ম বচন ৭"In the unseen prison of mistrust, love withers like a caged bird longing for the sky." — Rudra Kawsar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudrakawsar/2956186/ "In rhythm with time, your love shifts its hues." — Rudra Kawsar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudrakawsar/2955474/ verse-5 "I do not possess a vast enough chest to hold the moon named you." — Rudra Kawsar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudrakawsar/2954340/ Verse-4 "When love is left in the vessel of neglect, it slowly ferments into bitterness, and one day—becomes hatred." — Rudra Kawsar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudrakawsar/2954228/ verse -3 > "When time demands, the devil wears a halo." — Rudra Kawsar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudrakawsar/2954226/ "When no soul stands to share one’s sorrow, the heart drifts — silently — toward the abyss of its own undoing." — Rudra Kawsar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudrakawsar/2953988/ The stench of a soul still breathing in decay— Not every nose dares to notice. — rudrakawsar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rudrakawsar/2953542/