http://slow.writerscafe.org/sid_yadav The original writings of author Sid en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776116749 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Haven't written in a while. A recent personal experience. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/2488724/  Shadows creep even as the temple burnsThe ground beneath me gives wayTo darkness, unrelenting and all consumingThe dull embers but a distant memory I remember the warm touch ofFingers grasping at my cold wristTheir warmth burning my skinDesperate to kee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1447829/ “Tell us who you are! Or at leasttell us your name!” a random guy shouted after all the fights had died down.From the looks of it no one was badly hurt; there were just bruises on people.But despite all that, the atmosphere was lighthearted as people chatted in analtogether diffe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1422849/ As continued his walk with nodestination in sight, he thought to himself, “Why did a guy and girl listen towhat a random person had to say about their intimate affairs. It’s not becauseof my convincing powers or oratory skills, I’m sure! Then what could it be?”He th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1422848/ He continued down the street tillhe came near a posh pub; there, standing at the entrance, was a young couple,both dressed immaculately. They seemed to be arguing about something andintrigued he stopped, stepped to the side and listened. They were arguing aboutthe girl’s behavior it se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1422844/ He walked down the street; handsdeep inside his jeans pockets and a scowl adorned his steely visage. He eyedthe people that walked around with utter disdain as they went about their dailymundane lives. The time was nearing 12 midnight and he felt the usual ragerising up inside him. He was an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1422843/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1422842/ The shadow lurks in the distanceFeeds off my fear and painThe ripples of darkened melancholyRise as waves on the surface The reaper of my life silently floatsAs its swarm hollows meIts gleeful scythe a mockery of joyIt gnaws at my tattered soul Beate.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1270765/ I felt the touch of steel on my heartThe pounding as it was ripped apartI swayed to the tune of the madmanAs he drew his blade across my soulThe searing pain begotten in its wakeThe torment of the now broken dreamsThe flash of regret, an electric redMy mind in sync with h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1197031/ I losemyself to the clutches of my dreamsAs mysubconscious plays a sweet melodyFed withgreedy hands on my melancholyAnd createsa vision of a sad harmony As the worldexpands, a barrier closes inThe walls ofmy conscious bind it tightLike aninfinite cage, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1195194/ “No, I think I should leave!” shereplied visibly scared.“Stay!” he said in a commandingvoice that reverberated through the church.Frightened beyond all hope shefell to her knees and pleaded, “Please mister, I don’t know what you want fromme but jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1149474/ The first chapter deals with the protagonists apparent suicide and the reason for the same. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1115017/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1115013/ A poem about the brutal gangrape that occurred in Delhi, India on the 16th of December... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1104638/ A nightmare... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1083223/ Through forests, through streamsI ran, a free soul, bound to nothingThe wind in my ears, whispering of a utopiaThe sun of dawn, illuminating my path in goldThe birds above forming my crown, chirpingjoyously, leading my path. Through the meadows I ran, one with the wind.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1072353/ I walk down the valleySet deep within my dreamsThe lush green fieldsThe dancing daffodilsI gaze up at the azure skySerene in its embraceWhen I see youMy angel from that skyI move closer to youEnveloped in your warmthAnd I hold out my handJust to touch youA fire inside me burnsA longing just to hold .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1069726/ A look at our dreams and their importance according to age...the white shrine signifies our dreams... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1069158/ A tribute to the black and white cinema of the 50s and 60s... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1065333/ Flyingbeasts, lost in spaceThefalling rain, cleansing tearsThegathering fog, a misty veilThedancing clouds, a menacing preludeThemighty Sun, a mere shadow. Theinevitable gathering, the starsThedeepening night, dawning serenityBrewingrage, the sky .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1064212/ Facing the demon that is us... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1063782/ A young man faces the darkness in him after he falls asleep... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1063211/ About the great circle that is life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1063135/ Iwalk the long winding road, called life, hand in hand with the ones I holddear. The guiding light emanating from these bonds, illuminates the dampunknown road leading to an unknown end; the mystique in itself a drug. I walkdown the flowing stream, at peace with the world and with myself for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sid_yadav/1055725/ My lungs were on fire and amidst the flames, abeast tried to claw its way out of me, wounding me, destroying me as it lookedfor its escape. Or was it a snake, wrapped around me, crushing me from allsides, burning my insides in its mirth at trapping me. 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