http://slow.writerscafe.org/anweshdbest The original writings of author Anwesh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776275109 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15  It was the 12th of August 2007. It was raining like never before and maybe that was an indication that something unusual was going to happen. I reached school dripping with rainwater, having yet again ignored the idea of carrying an umbrella with me, the idea which was courtesy of my mother. A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/360872/  When I met you for the first time, I felt, Myself awestruck by your beauty and my insides melt.I wanted to talk to you; I wanted to tell you,That there were not many who impressed me at first sight, but you were one of the few,Whose smile told me,That you were exactly what u wanted .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/360353/  A busy lane, a busy street With people swarming aroundAnd in that crowd you will find meMaybe surrounded by many more, but the soul inside me, is free I stop for a second and take a look aroundLook at all the people around meNo time to waste, no time to stareAre they just.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/360352/  The dawn is upon me, Bringing with it the smiling sun,His rays so bright, so warm to feel,He sets the world ablaze through his presence. The dawn is upon me,The birds chirping with joy,The cold winter breeze passes by,And leaves a trail of silence behind. The daw.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/360351/  How did I end up with so much misery? When all I want is to be free.I am bound by all the worldly ties,Everything they tell me seems to be a lie.I sit down and think of everything,Should I end it here or start all over from the beginning?Why isn’t everything as I want it to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/360349/  It was a cold winter night, And there was not a soul in sight.As I was walking, I was cursing my fate,How could I have forgotten, how could I have been so late?Suddenly, I saw a girl sitting by the lake; I thought it was an illusion, something fake!But as I went closer I saw, she .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/360348/    It has been a long time since we met,But the mood, the weather…everything about today is perfect!The sun through its heavenly rays was telling me,“Let go of everything and set your emotions free”I took a seat and flashed a smile at her,But there was someo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/360347/  How could I have doubted you? You were always right,And I was the one responsible,Responsible for our fight. I was so impractical,And you were so sensible,How could I have shouted at you?How could I be so irresponsible! I have no explanation to make,I have no j.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/360346/ This is actually a song.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/360345/  A busy lane, a busy street, With countless people,Heading in a certain direction,With their destination firmly in sight. I am part of that crowd,But what sets me apart is,That am ignorant of my destination,And my path is yet undecided. I don’t know where am.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/360344/  Everything I do for you Seems so less to meWhat have I been able to give you?Maybe a reason to cry, or to shed some tears… I try to make you smileI try to erase your pastBut what good is thatWhen I myself, can’t let go of memories Even though you are.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/360343/  Tick-tock, tick-tock. The seconds flew by like drops of water dripping on, and on.  A second, a minute, an hour passed. He still gazed at the clock. His room was dark and he was in no mood to illuminate it. To illuminate the room would be to say it out loud, crystal clear and make it i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359839/  "I walk a lonely road The only one that i have ever knownDont know where it goesOn its only lane i walk alone.." I sang this to myself, as Boulevard of Broken Dreams raced through my head. Earphones plugged in, the sound defeaning, my whole body seemed to be moving to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359838/  "It's 1 AM! She must be sleeping, i shouldn’t disturb her." But yet, I did. Couldn’t stay without writing that "I love u" to her. I just had to say it. No reply. 5, 10, 15, 20, 30, 45 minutes passed, and yet there was no reply. I silently accepted the fact that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359836/  Here I go again, got to get a grip on myself, But I just can’t help it; your smile is just too infectious!Reflecting on the past hour, been through it so fast,All the words you said, engraving themselves constantly on the walls of my heart.I am tired of catching myself a hundred.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359835/  I look at myself. Look at what I have become. A silent glance at myself in the mirror, and it seems the world comes to an end with me. Deserted, left alone, with no past to cling on to, and no future to look forward to. The walls are closing in on me. I seek no destination, no goals, nor do I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359833/  It’s the 15th of September, round about 11:30 PM. Am sitting in front of my PC jotting down the thoughts that are encrypted deep down in my mind. But the problem is, I don’t know what am thinking. It’s like; there is a different person who is typing each word for me. Like all.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359832/  A quick glance around and I see a room, a room that I call as my own. But how can anything be permanent for anyone when we ourselves are temporary? A tear softly glides down my face, leaving a trail of moist pain. They say that god has something in store for everyone. But, how do ‘they&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359831/  He opened his eyes, and looked into hers. She was crying, so softly. A tear glided down her cheeks and died at her lips.  He pulled back his hands which had cupped her face, when she came closer and said, "May we do it again?" She could see the concern in his eyes when he said, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359830/  His face had pain written all over it.  He was clutching his left calf muscle in absolute anguish as he looked up and said, "Hey coach Martins, this pain is like tearing me apart. You really should have seen the way Johnson went right through me. Onlookers said I was lucky he didn&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359829/  His fist grappling something for 3 hours now, he knew he was almost there. “Just a little bit more, c’mon, give me strength… Oh, god!”Silence prevailed, and he could hear his thoughts echoing in his own mind, with a velocity faster than anything he had ever antici.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359828/  She glanced above and found the white orb, which is called the moon shining down upon her. She looked below and saw numerous tiny sparks of light all around, which were part of the night life of the city. It was well after midnight and most of the inhabitants of the city were lost in their own.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359827/  I am sitting here, With darkness surrounding me,This piece of candle is the only light,And the pen in my hand illuminating the thoughts of my mind. With every passing second comes the realization,Slowly and steadily, time is creeping by,Time that is never going to c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359826/ Dedicated to my Dad who works abroad.. Miss you Dad! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359825/  She is standing there all alone, Thinking of things unknownWandering down memory lanes,All alone, with no one to hold.Her smile has pain written all over it,Her heart ready to cry out at every little chance.She feels she is all alone in this world,But why doesn’t she see m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359824/  The twilight even beckons me, I don’t know why? Who weeps in the corner does bother me again and again, but I prefer to keep silent. This is me who is an introvert. The black cloud cover has a silver lining. But is it life? I have always pondered over my existence. I am puzzled. Never mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359822/  He sat there, munching into his burger. He was at Barista, a well known ‘hang out’ spot in the city. But his eyes looked somewhere else. He was glancing outside looking through the glass at a human being. That man looked to be in oblivion. He sat there at one corner of the road, ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359821/  It was a pitch black night. The street was totally desolate and lonely. The gradual snowfall was pleasing to the eyes. The only glimmer of light was the street light that prevented the street from total darkness. Suddenly, a shadow passed by. It might have been an illusion because it took plac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359820/ This poem is dedicated to all those who suffered in the recent terrorist attacks in Mumbai. Our hearts cry for you, India cries for you! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359819/  She could feel his male hardness pressing against her. He started undressing her. He took a moment to stare at her angelic figure. And then he was ready.  She did nothing. Offered no resistance, just silently accepted it. Closed her eyes and did what she always did. Felt what she alwa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anweshdbest/359818/