http://slow.writerscafe.org/tanveerrahman The original writings of author tanveer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776228186 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Bit by bit as i chew and i eat and i eat it, as it comes to me and i to eat, yourself from within and with it, that it dawns on you that, you won't want to sleep. no can not, but you can! And why would you! It exists, without and with it, the fear of guilt, stupidity, the foolish vulnerability,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanveerrahman/1916500/ Come close, one last time.Forever once more.So close that our souls converge,The friction catching fire.Remember the crashing wavesOf blood, that was our first touch?The thudding hearts we used to indulge.The unwitting secret smiles Of our uncaring selves.Letting the world end and Still li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanveerrahman/1298796/ I create,“Thoughts.I give it shapes and a form.A reflection of my soul.A song, a movie, a story,A novel, a painting, a sculpture,A theory, a poem.My reflection all. I am a philosopherAnd I practice a religion.An old religion.The one religion.The religion of creation.The religion of God.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanveerrahman/1298793/ "What is the point in me being who I am?If you are wise but leave the wisdom to us.If you are enlightened but do nothing with it.If you did not stop the world rotating for you.If you did not pass time in slo-mo and HD.If you did not achieve to be generous.If you did not love enough to become ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanveerrahman/1298790/ I cannot sleep! With my uncomfortable thoughts.Toiling my nights away!At the deepest of darkest secret.Bending over backwards, to find myself gone!Far gone.Such unknowable notions my web caught!Do not stay your hand. Intervene!Entrance an already entangled being!This fast! Unkind death is without re.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanveerrahman/1298789/ Clouds, i make with gestures every one.Action the same, clouds so different each one.I paint the empty air on the backdrop of a distant sky.A little brush in my hand, red fire my only dye.I paint an absent time of a reclusive blank slate.A moment to die for, even in a deadly secret.Words tumble from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanveerrahman/1298788/ Mountain so high it kisses the cloud lips of heaven,The stars tingle, the moon faints, the sun blinks.I stay and live at the top of that mountain.In a world made, shaped and cleaned with deceit,Where truth is just a lie away from extinction.I breathe in only in, only in that truth.When every thought.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanveerrahman/1298787/ What manner of creature is thee?That my eyes hath not previously seen!Gloriously gleaming river flowing from up high,Down bends curving dangerously to sighs.Then suddenly and mystifyingly stop,Waterfall to cloud before reaching earth.So sudden, it stops my heart.The depth rises infatuating silky aga.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanveerrahman/1298784/ The sea is calm now, The wind breathes easy.In this empty place beside an empty sea,I am still someoneThey want me to be.Take a swig from the bottle,A puff from the offered cigarette,Friends one and all, laughing and jokingAbout the raw fish we ate.There’s fire in me And ice on the o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanveerrahman/994586/        mirror mirrorThere is pain on the outside and i cannot go,truth is i do not know.It calls to me and yet i cannot gotruth is i do not know.Who holds me back i hear you ask?Lie is i cannot say.Why then this cry for help still you ask?Lie is i cannot say.And still it continue.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanveerrahman/994582/ For want of a world,i do not bend. For want of a life,i do not mend.To hope for love,i do not find.To hope for equality,i do not bind.Upon greed rests my soul,i do not hide.Upon greed rests your beast,i do not blind.From fear i was born,i do not care.From fear this chaos,i do not hear.With jeal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanveerrahman/994581/      A soul often lyingis a soul ripped.in my eagerness to knowin earnest i slipped.I believed in many thingsand wondered at morewhat was at the end and what we are at core.Then the realisation, the world is indifferent.What was is or will bewas truly never penned.Striving i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tanveerrahman/994580/