http://slow.writerscafe.org/amarlaksh The original writings of author amarlaksh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776173067 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Yet another horde of my quotes ! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1238923/ Just another attempt at continuous rhyme :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1227767/ A thriller essentially... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1209675/ So guys help me on this.. its meant to be thriller... its not complete... anyone with a nice ending? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1184205/ Strange enough it is that,You look, and look I (and at us, your cat)Neither of us talking,With soft gaze, just walking,Nothing being heard, no noise,I see no gals, you see no boys,Hearts just breathing away,Hands beside each other, and minds kept at bay,Not touching, separation too, denyingWalking b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1161630/ at last... i m now free .. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1157231/ This 1 is dedicated to my first crush.. now she is gone.... :( http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1140242/ Written during a boooooring class in school.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1123158/ ............. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1118001/ Its all emotions.... it happened today only....i will always love u.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1116919/ Its my first love poem, quite short :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1104621/ Got a bit late in greeting you guys.! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1099389/ Its intense! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1098371/ yet another! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1097068/ Its a thriller. not much to say :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1096583/ Its my first play so please be kind and do present to me my mistakes cause i know there would be many! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1094579/ Another batch of quotes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1093810/ its dedicated to my school. St. Peters. It is quite old. estbld in 1846 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1081335/ these are some of my 'word vomits' http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1074414/ I know its outrageously stupid and dull. But i always wanted to combine my 2 hobbies poetry and physics. Here is the result, if you can bear it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1070257/ Beside themucky table typing,On thesweaty keyboard riding,With achingfingers shivering about,Andbloodshed eyes popping out They work onthese computers!They work asstudents, clerks and tutorsThen slowlythe screen starts flickering,But they! Theykeep on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1068571/ Here I am nowAside thee motherNone work is to shunTo apart us any further.No reason I have now,No anger or anguish.For some strange cause nowNeither have greed nor any wishMy past panting has diedHe was but too weak to follow me,To your gentle, genial side,Unto infinity; yonder I’ll be.Still b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1066371/ Its my first venture into the world of short stories. Hope it would be good http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1065913/ its a poem written in victorian english http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1064671/ some lines in exactly 15 mins. You know....a challenge is a challenge :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1063587/ i consider it to be one of my finest, hope you would think the same http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1023943/ it has got a vivid variety of layers http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1023940/ In lonely winter dusk I see,Little a girl of small sobbing,Sitting saw such fantasy,What If she’d some for shopping?What if she had a trifle?Of cookies in much adore,If there be a hill,With rooms full of gold galore,Merry she’d be much,If all her roofs had so sta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1023937/ Running down the street,For urgent a meet,Spotted a child’s smile,Stopped and thought a while.In hot summer morn,Was it cream or corn?That stretched his mouth so wide.With little white teeth tied.What caused the chaste gleam?Mystical, wild wild as a dream,Not for reason or .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1023935/ just read on http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/amarlaksh/1023919/