http://slow.writerscafe.org/xxayisjeeves The original writings of author Roy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776004818 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Shadows on the pavement, Under the street light. Some hurry home, some linger And grow with the night. Some exhausted, after the toil of day, Some entwined in amorous play. Some toddle, some trudge, Two best friends each other nudge. As the night draws on, Lonely, cold and dark, A timid one appears.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/1233134/ A whim, a flippant dream, My eyes have seen today, A redeemed me, on a shore, Watching the surfs at play: With your hand in mine, And Silence: eternal, blissful. Feels as if we’re here to stay. But we both know that our time is past. You should move on, and hence must I: ‘Tis but a flee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/1231038/ Trinkets of a promiseLong past, long forgottenEmerge slowly from the sands of time,To haunt me so, my love-that-was,That shadows rise from the gravesOf the sordid past I’d buriedTo let you be, and let me liveA death so silent.But the graves are all agog againWith the cry of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/1200176/ You lament an unknown world.A world constructed of ‘if’s for bricksAnd ‘would’s for mortar.A alternate universe in whichYou are the sole focus.And time freezes, even though Time flies by.What is, seems not.And what cannot be, seems at arm’s length.And you run around i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/1193686/ Puppets in a single file.All of us.The strings that define usAre all in our reach.But whenever we try to take controlAn invisible hand pulls them away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/1135315/ Tick-tockGoes the clock."Your flame's running out",Says the doc.Two naughty smiles,With lips spread apart,(Hiding a ghastly secret)Called me homeThat night.And ever since then,Tick-tock,Goes the clock. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/1135281/ The voices in my head,They keep me at bayNumb at night,Entranced at day. The self screams inside of meTo break freeAnd go back to a younger meBlank as a slate. But the shackles, they endure. I am a victim of the Dark.And Darkness personified. For I am but clayWhich You have mould.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/1132939/ Remember the time you were lost at sea?With no food, no water, no place to be?All that was left of youWas a glimmer of hope,Irrational, out of scopeOf all human logic?Yet you survived, nay?Now think:Today was not that bad, eh? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/1129077/ Belief seems to be an axiom. A very fuzzy one at that. We believe what we, as an individual, need to believe. It's a construct which is unbreakable and non-negotiable. But it is a funny construct: http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/1127288/ Ajeeb kathputlon ki duniya hai. Har ek ko kisi aur ki tarah banna hai, Khud ko chhupaake naqaab naya pehenna hai. Naam bhi sabka ek hi rakh do, Pehchaan ki zaroorat hi kya hai? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/1118699/ Har kisi ko muqammil jahaan nahi milta, Sapno ka wo daastan nahi milta, Sheeshe ke khwaab yun na dekho Ghalib, Har kisike ke armaano ko udaan nahi milta. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/1118695/ Ab nahi hai parwah Agar sazaa-e-maut ho muqammal, Unki ek jhalak mein hum sadiyan jee liye. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/1118692/ Awareness is a relative term. Language: Hindi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/1110773/ Language: hindi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/1110772/ A piece of paper.Born in a multitudeBound together by unwritten ends.Till someone wrote a wordAnd gave it a purpose.A message to carry. Pretty eyes read and reciprocated.And then came the season of lovelorn scribbles:First cautious, far apart.Then the shapes advanced,Slowly, steadily.Circling r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/1022760/ An ocean of silence.Interspersed with alarms,Mass transit,The swish of neat silk.And the unmistakable drone of the fan at night.A clockwork lifeIn a grayscale world.Where humour is appreciated over earphones alone,And emotions texted. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/999722/ A mirror. Me. And the drive back to London. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/977301/ Something's amiss.I hear laughter and mirthAll around me.And I smile backIn courtesy.But I feel nothing.It's as Eliot imagined:"A patient etherized upon a table." A few moments of ecstasy,Plunging into an eternity of solitude.Cold, numb and unforgiving:Like the weather around me. Edinburgh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/977218/ Many a night has sleep betrayed me With her absence, As dreams played on the eyelids. Fleeting memories of what could be And yet, did not. Many a night have shadows danced On the curtains, creating a mirage Of what could have transpired, But did not. Many a night have I eloped, Hand in hand with a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/976993/ Upon a ragged Sun he perched,His back to the damp wall.A torch protecting royal runes;Its flickering warmth: that was all."My mirror forever shows the truth",The man would often say,As busy feet walked pastOn a busy day.Mirror, you have tricked us all:Led astray your owner's trust,His faith in you.O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/973522/ I have often tried to maintain a journal, and so far have failed miserably at it. This is an umpteenth attempt at the same thing, with a new approach. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/971337/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/933912/                                                       &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/929457/ Are we God that we should decide which of our thoughts and ideas and worthwhile and which are not? Thanks Prof. Anil Gupta for the discussion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/894756/ Resigned. Numb. Lifeless.But the heart still throbs.And the skin still sensesThe chill of the night.But there's something oddAbout the touch of the breeze:I sense it, yet I feel it not.The music's gone.The rustle of the leaves,The overture of the cricketsOver the ocean of silence. Silence Herself.Sy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/884351/ How I wish I could tell someoneIn words that can be comprehendedThat all my life has been worth livingDue to the one essence that never fadedFrom my thoughts, my wishes, my longings.But I hear she's with someone elseI need only tell you, my love,When the world ends, I will be still thereWaiting for .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/864729/ Twelve miles away from homeDrifting on the water, alone,Trying to straighten the knots insideThat profess that life is a lieHere, halfway between the earth and the skyA speck of life in tranquility I lieWho I am, I do not knowThe axiom of existence ebbs in flowThe questions keep shouting inside my h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/820755/ Based on a true incident. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/792335/ Inspired by a Bengali short story by Rabindranath Tagore. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/763702/ This was a submission I had to make for a course on self-realization. The course is called "Shodh Yatra", which means the journey to cleanse one's mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/762667/ A silent death I choose tonight.Miles away from the blinding light.Hoping that the world will changeWith the new dawn tomorrow.And those wild eyes that chide me nowMay drop a pearl of sorrow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/743561/ Trapped in a cage,By an unknown handI await Judgment DayWith sins that standAgainst me, against my kinThe razors sharp, the fear withinThe darkness, loud, screams at meLaughing at my state to beThe nemesis is here, yet he stays aloofWhetting his dagger, upon the roofAll that counts is the urgencyOf .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/702931/ In memory of two of my close friends who passed away. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/620494/ Publicity lines for a music event called Crescendo at my university http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/614924/ On "As Good as It Gets". I adore Helen Hunt :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/548614/ Moulin Rouge.The lights, the luminaries, the music, the ambience.Breathtaking. Till it dawns on me.The din fades awayThe lights blurAnd the people grow inconspicuous. All I can hear:My heart pounding.Running water.A faint murmur.Tinkling tapestries ..Swishi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/497244/ Read a poem based on war by Pepsimax, and penned down the thoughts that flowed. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/493804/ I can feel the warmth of your breath reassuring meAs you weep upon my grave,Whispering as if there were none love's labours lostWhen what I see around is decay I have loved you since the Sun rose in the East,Tho' my pleas were quite just lostAnd your tears now do cure the leastA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/443729/ You were never the Ariel you thought you were,You were never above us allSo brand your soul with the power of the DarkAnd step into the Sinners' Ball. You were never the Ariel you thought you were,You were never above us allSo cleanse yourself in the Shadows that be,And step i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/428363/ I.A shadow in the darknessWhich engulfs me soThat we have becomeA single entity. Failure.An end synonymous with the eventualityOf my endeavours.Futile attempts atSculpting a better life. Resignation.Entrapment in the vicious cycle of DestinyWhere freedom means n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/398499/   Gone are those days, When you threw caution to the winds, When you set the stage ablaze,Amidst the union of a Korg and an Ibanez.As Ozzy smiled.What remains is but a memory,And a desire to get back,On a bigger stage,To f**k with the minds of more.Many more... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/389616/ A piece written once upon a time when someone was down in the dumps. 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This feeling is way, way different. Tonight I am not even tempted to think of her. Since the last couple of days, I seem to have shed the darker shade of myself. Office has been ir.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/349759/  This is where I bid adieu To a life half-lived, Devoid of hue.Fettered , banal And listless.  A journey steadily Engulfed in darkness To a point where Existence has become synonymous with Oblivion.  Virginia trod th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/xxayisjeeves/346002/    It's a new sun I see today, Its rays full of life .. The darkness has faded into oblivion, The mind is free from strife. The horrors of life Are a thing of the sordid past, A past which I feared once Till Eternity would last. 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