http://slow.writerscafe.org/troubadourin The original writings of author Anu Biswas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022890 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I haven't seen you in purple twilightyour tender fingerswrapped around blue absinthebut i already knowhow you will uncross your long legsand tell me a storyof a crummy hotel room in Chinanoisy immigrants and lumpy bed.I haven't smelled your sketchy handsthat create fountains.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1254047/ to him she saidwinter began and endedsoft conversationsthat fell aroundmy feetwhen you leftleaving me tiedto the spacewhere we once stood.to the other she sighedstolen summer dayssweet likeluscious ripe mangoestasted and devouredi held my ownyou held my breathas.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1252410/ I adored you in AmsterdamThe summer sun burning my cheeksAs I sat languid on the sidewalk and watched you Count gable beside gable on cobbled streetsAnd when the evening was split by neon lightsWe held hands and laughed at jaded w****s behind window frontsAnd peeked into sex shops and ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1165325/ You walked into my blueprint she musedInvited, yet unannouncedNow days are measured by sweet interludesOf rambling conversations in gentle huesWhere the equinox was not forgotten; and the haiku was not left unsaidAs she shared reckless pixels of an intensity repossessedAnd serendipity once forgotten.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1154444/ At 63 seconds per frame             He smiles you have ash on your face                           She feels a light.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1143648/ In the trembling gold of the morning,the painterSought impressions of idle skyAbove halcyon meadow slashed with burntred earthAnd pale lotuses reflected in smoothglassy poolHe layered his canvas with tumult.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1070232/ It's a gentle sun that slantsOn the oleander we planted last springWhen the hard road claimed your soul againAnd I begged you to stayUntil pink blossoms hang from every branchSmiling as we sip our wine under turquoise skyAnd make gentle conversations about other people's livesSummer breeze came and .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1067836/ Sometimes a new friend invites me to explorehis mindIn a room full of old newspapers and coffee cupsstained with timeAsymmetric forms glint in white light; colours clash and clangOn muffled speakers Billy shouts piano manHe smiles as if to say heretake my thoughtTurn it in your mindAdd, subtract, di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1063110/ Caught in relentless dance of your will against mineEndless years roll by fragmented by sullen space and wounded timeYour reticence thrown careless like discarded shoeson polished floorReflecting our lives in future wearily unsureLike strangers we drift in and outOf rooms that mist and fog in clouds.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1062347/ This is inspired by the book Bridge Across Forever by Richard Bach. Where a perfect friendship between a man and woman is ruined. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1060919/ Inspired from some of the road trips we've done in the US and Europe. Inspired from the hundreds of travel fiction consumed over the past years. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1059914/ Hooded eyes breathe smilesinfused with languid sighsSpaces filled with exquisite abandon;Crunched two thousand milesMouth half openEyes half closedEarth disconnected,madness take control, abandonment take soul For all that she became was made by himSynapses zapping synapses; reconstructed mind .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1059405/ Purged soundsYet silent notes crash Through the head;Recycledout of emptiness Purged still lifeYet reflections burn imprintsWhen eyes wide shutNegativesDancing in dark spaces Purged versesYet echoes ring untrueDrumming rhythmsOf intense wordsin muted conversations Purged sweet lu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1059404/ Mirrored body, mirrored soulA hole in the heartA fever in the limbsSolitude long spentFeckless desires bring Mirrored body, mirrored soulSomewhere in the cosmosShe sends out a pleaA force of energyRings of reiki Mirrored body, mirrored soulConspire oh universeCreate you mad worldTime stand.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1059403/ This verse was inspired by the Charles Bridge in Prague, which I visited this summer. The sounds, sights, romanticism of the moment was what I wanted to capture. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1059402/ Lilting voice speaks passionate wordsMind dispels images frame by frameHeart bleeds pathosEyes hide angstAnger imprinted where tears once flowedSoul expands and constricts with seasons changeHand once held hand; now let goFeet restless, legs danceLips read lipsA thousand words of hopeThen thoughts g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1059400/ A patch of sunlightIlluminatesA bruise on the writing desk; a scar on the heartNow faded into solemn memoryOnce ugly, now respectedThrough long and warm summersA love nurtured; heart hammering soft words and reckless promisesMillions of invisible letters now soaked into woodIn retrospect, I would if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1059399/ Ageless, timelessA troubadourin, wanderlust, a spiritA foundling, a disciple, a teacherA dreamer, ever detached, always connectedShe roamed across freely Jumping latitudesAnd seeking truths For ShibuiWhat was, what is, and wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/troubadourin/1059347/