http://slow.writerscafe.org/tulpi The original writings of author Tulpi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776018879 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15   What’s love? Asked the daisy to the skiesIt’s the joy of the lark as it fliesWhat’s love? Asked the daisy to the sunIt’s the touch of red and white during the moon’s summonWhat’s love? Asked the daisy to the wavesIt’s the thrill of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tulpi/311134/ This 11th of May is Mothers’ Day. The day that links people together from all parts of the world and all stratas of life. It has been said that because God can’t be there with everybody all the time, he has given all of us a mother. Mother has a tiny portion of God in her. She understand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tulpi/262406/ She is a vision to beholdAs she moves in timeless musicShe is draped with a robe of goldShimmering and twirling on the wick. As you watch it with fascinationYou seem to lose to a tranceIt plays with your imaginationAs it carries on an earthy dance. You could watch it fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tulpi/247438/ There are truths we don’t wonder aboutFor recognition they don’t need to shoutThat the sun rises in the east and sets in the westIt doesn’t need to be put to testThat to live we need airThat in life we should always be fairThat milk gives way to thick frothy creamThat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tulpi/244897/  The blood flow in rivuletsThe mutilated bodies lieTheir struggle for existenceWithers away with the dying sigh The past loses the futureAnd with broken hearts cryThe future loses the pastUncertainty leaves them high and dry For the people, by the people, of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tulpi/135577/ The glitters the lights, the happiness flowing throughThe night has just begun for your friends and you.Encore the heart repeats Again and againThe glass in your hands fills As much as it can contain In the wee hours of morning you stagger to your carYou tell your friends you will d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tulpi/132260/ Oh! Exams are really a pain in the neckThey make our life an academic wreckOn our head they always hoverBut there is little relief when they are overThey test our brains and our mugging powerSo that we can climb another plank of the success tower.I really can’t say that exams are n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tulpi/131705/ Farewell, the Sun sang as it whisked awayDown and down behind the mountains it layWaiting for the moon to come and stayAnd for people to realize that night had come, gone was the day.The moon came in wearing a pretty white gownHer hair was set like that of a crownThe Sun before leaving e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tulpi/131700/ Holidays! What an inviting word that isThis is one opportunity I never cease to seize.At this time we roam aboutSometimes in hills and sometimes in plainsAt this time I getScorched in the sunshine and wet in rainsI am hot tempered all the timeBut a holiday is enough to pleaseFor this.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tulpi/131634/ Love is the touch of the rain,Love is the smell of the flowersLove is a pleasurable painLove is there on all to shower.Love is when you remember every teardropAnd wish the amount to remain soLove is when you want the smile not to stopAnd urge it to grow and growLove is to give suppor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tulpi/131633/ The woes of being a teenagerAt this point you are a poor managerYour feelings, moods, clothes and hairNobody but you only care.Your problems you have nobody to shareAnd life at this time is just not fair. Which top to wear, which colour will suitWhich eyeliner to apply, nobody c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tulpi/131624/ This is one of the poems I had written at a younger age. I had lost it. But recently I found it among some old papers. I want to share this with you too.   War is going on, soldiers are setStarting from sunrise till sunsetThis is the famous World War IIt again begins with the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tulpi/131616/  In summer, in the morning, my play was toCatch the sunlightFor the rays of the sun glowed on the floor With gay colour and brightI grew up sitting there with a clothTo weave the rays into itAnd when wind blew, I saw it danceAs is to its beat.As I grew up I viewed the world .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/tulpi/131066/