http://slow.writerscafe.org/sdpitta The original writings of author Pitta S Dev en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776064887 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 i  see a star that dropped from heavensabovesat in divine blue with angelic gloryon chair that’s so mundane but is made graceful by her touch This cute girl with her wondrous visage resurrects dead poets to life hair locksaround her face like sunbathed flower.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/1474868/ Crystal clear as dew dropis her visageWavy clouds in refreshingclimesare her hair locksBuds are soft and smooth andsavorby her cheeks they turn to be distant favorTransparency and tranquilityat hours of twilightblend in radiant light are her eyes as a regal peacock deli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/1455659/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/1452143/ I see no hopeno mirage to consoleno stars to guideno rainbow to comfortmoving in the valleyvalley of griefstreams of tearsdewdrops of sweatforward and forwardpassage not endingup aboveskies shooting down the umbrella of dark cloudsat an unknown fraction of momenti hear the thunder and flashes of lig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/1402670/ A mosquito bit me and said somethingbut it doesn’t know that I am waiting for that sweet nothingA warm hello’s and sweet good nights whimsical at this hour of lifebut they are of sure a romantic melody at this time of elegy and strifeI am not a April fool simple and the guy caref.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/1213003/ How sweet it would be if I were a Flythat I can fly to any far and to any cornerfind my angel and see her admiring alwaysI can fly to sky above if she is in flight flying farI can sneak to her kitchen and smell her delicious dish cookingI roll under her closed door and see her beauty manifestingI ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/1025977/ i  see a star that dropped from heavens abovesat in divine blue with angelic gloryon floor that’s so mundane but is made special by her touch This cute girl with her wondrous visage resurects dead poets to lifehairlocks around her face like sunbathed flower is a blood veins of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/943651/ When lovedemanded somethingI did notfulfill as I cannot affordBut lovethought I did not yieldI tried to conveybut her ears deafI thoughtshe can understandBut stubbornis her mind numbI pleadedwith a kissBut shewiped it with a hiss Yes, I know.It&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/753577/ Feelings that never experienced haunting me every minuteShe was my dream love that remained unexpressedIt was a sweet dream and an eager yearning for few days, Her chubby cheeks in her childhood that I carried all alongShimmer before my eyeAnd I longed to kiss them when I meet her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/742368/ Love thy neighbor as love thyselfIs a word, a command that God deliveredLove is he himself that said the same. And He is the Father, we ChildrenAnd He is the Son, we brethrenAnd He is the spirit, we souls. We call Him father and those callers Are the rightful childrenLo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/733828/ Hii Dear one, As I wished you Good evening and my mind's eye sawYou in shades of crystal pure and decked in colours sweetLoveliness is your visage and beauty manifests in thy countenanceAnd it reflects thy loveliest heart as a heavenly angelas it rightly said ' Face is the Index of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/714259/  I see u though I never know youI feel you though I never touch youI walked in your room though I never knocked at your doorI am delightful at the chubby cheeks but never have chance to kiss themI admire your sharp nose but no fortune to feel the exhale of breath from your n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/478162/ Hungry when she unable to feed herself. It is terrible when she has to feed other stomach along with her. It is worse when she is abused by her partner as if she is a bad omen or a reason for hunger. It is terrible to see her children cry for food and weep at her unfortunate being. It is disappointi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/463570/ Dear One I guessed what would be your dress todayFreezing thoughts on this Friday… I heard you wish me good morning and my mind’s eye sawYou in shades of romance in pink and baby you look gorgeousOn top that covered your blessed bust  filled with h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/463166/ corruption and chaos enveloped the worldjustice and ruleinterpreted to one's convenienceprotests and strikesto fulfill one's demands Rule of law is the golden ruleto the humanity they preachlove the country - philosophy every one teach people are the nationwe forget.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/459350/ i dream a lot i dream for mei dream for my familyi dream for my countryi dream i am a conquerori dream i am an agitatori dream i am a motivatori also dream i am a servanti also dream i am a messengeri also dream i am a friendi also dream i am a loverIt is all i dream.... and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/457685/  Flowers are manyPlastic and fabric and the other naturalFormer one’s lasts foreverWith their beauty spread and loveliness shownDemand for those is much and price is dear But a flower natural lasts for a day or twoWith blooming petals that fade in the day nextSoft, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/447700/ It was once You were my present and futureYou were my world and lifeYou were my dream and thoughtYou were my longing and meeting It is now I realize You ruined my past and cursed my presentYou made me alone in this world and left me to future confusionYou turne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/443436/ my experiences at my previous work place. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/439824/ its longing - simple http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/333621/ its just a thought http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/249306/ i met a girl on world wide webshe is cute n sweet i thoughta unique Id she has..on a later night she bid me Helloon Easter day...a tradition that markswhite dress and white flowerswhite crape jasmine white decorationsAmidst the lilly white congregationpastors on Altar decked in whi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/248983/ a tribute to my mother http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/246893/ its a flow of my feelings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/235622/  I probe.... Was it the face that launches numerous heartsto the Brunei shore...from east coast of Malabar...and from business skyscrapers of Malay  hay.....was it this beauty that rocks the soulsand resurrect the dead poets to lifeto revive themselves.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/235529/ pain of my longing heart when i could not meet my dear niece on her visit with her husband for first time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sdpitta/215779/