http://slow.writerscafe.org/nishapaul The original writings of author The Dreamer en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776027418 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Sometimes you fail to grab and possess... even when it seems to be so close - always unreachable. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1400661/ we often shrink away and lack the courage to face many adverse situations in our life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1105065/ Still in love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1103806/ Scales,fall from my eyes,I seethrough your lies. Fog,clears from my head,Fleeingthe words you never said. Love,shed from my heart,On aglimpse of your chart. Trust,now a frail rope,Unwoundall my hope. Bewitchedby yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1103210/ when i feel its worthless! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1103153/ Someday, somehow, somewhere, i hope to find someone - to give this to.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1102620/ Based on Greek Myths http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1101269/ Unrequitedlove,None morepainful above.You nameon my heart impaled,With aknife so sharp - its scaled,With,your lack of emotion:Of which,I Had no notion.But now,your ignorance,  I bear:For- thislove, from my heart, I can't tear… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1100580/ Aconvincing and copious lawyer,Subtlety- her best device."TIME IS ABUNDANT" - Her infectious motto:Procrastinationis the name.Herarguments, undeniable,Captivating,are all her vice;Lulling,into false safety,Her case- she always wins. A c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1099963/ Written on a sleepless night.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1099231/ when people you love change and become strangers slowly, they start to fade inside you....slowly. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1098151/ Voices inmy headCompetingto lead;Icollapse on my bed:Embracingsleep with a need…… Quiet andpeace….I open myeyes with ease. Stacks ofpapers piled high -'Mymemories', I hear a sigh. Softvoices -a gentle b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1096499/ Sometimesmemory is a curse,Remindingwhen we'd rather forget.Breakingthe walls of amnesia,Fadedpictures, becoming darker,Bringingto life - images of hurt and pain.Runninglike a reel,A movieplaying in our head.Everyimage a daggerPlungingin our heart,&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1095351/ I dreamof you infinitely, Think ofyou day n' night,Cherishyou every moment,N' I'vetouched you - once….. Heart solight, its soaring,Ongrazing my fingers softly,Againstyour coarse thumb -My handin yours. Theerratic beat of your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1094547/ The fear of fear - phobophobia. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1094438/ I know its not a good thing to feel so much anger towards someone, but i wrote this some years ago and it was a really tough time for me, writing how i felt - helped me to get over it.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1092811/ Alone washe conceived,For hewas not a twin.Alone didhe win:And allhis rewards received.He livedin a mansion wing,And oftenused to sing-        " In this lonely world we go,To where we do not know.Amidst the hurt and pain,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1089086/ It was amoody day;The kindthat makes me wish I was away.As dayapproached dusk,I sat bymy window, lusk.Watchingthe crimson hues of sunset,My mindwandering elsewhere - in unrest. All myscattered thoughts snapped into oneOn seeing below, a shadow, of someo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1089000/ its more like the ending of a big story , but this is all i got now - i guess ill leave the rest to the readers imagination :P http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1087876/  What isLove? Is it anemotional cove Thatpeople fall into,Whenstruck by the arrowsThrownaround by Eros? Is it anocean,That isnever ending,Two shipssailing homeTogetherthrough calm and storm? Is it thecord.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1087308/ What didyou do to this heart That Igave you ,Toprotect with your own? It isgroaning with the slow pain of agonyRising ina crescendo;It iswrithing with cold fearTwistingwithin;It isbleeding from the claws of anguishTearingit apart;It.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1083128/ This an edited version of the original one..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1081189/ one of my first poems..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1080443/ Pain struck me :like a cold dagger,Plunged abruptlyinto,My unanticipatingheart.Deeper than thespeed with which;You swiveled yourface,And averted youreyes - on meeting mine.           The pain in my h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishapaul/1080374/