http://slow.writerscafe.org/rajnarayan The original writings of author Raj Narayan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776092361 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I hated them when they spoke for hatred.I hushed myself when I was standing away.I heard the voices that were trying to blame,I saw someone smirk at how foul is the game!There was no blood that was knowingly pure,There was no pride that was secure.I stood there with the man who had smi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rajnarayan/318355/ What's in those eyes I look into?Is there a reason I do?What's she now thinking of, when she sees,Is she wondering why did she too!Its not a trance, but it stays back so long,am I still that wandering heart?Oh no, forgot I am standing alone,As always, she cared not, and she is gone! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rajnarayan/318340/ Caught in confusion, what to look like.This is more than looking fit.Burning all that I hate to have,and burning myself.It is a maze I am caught in,I feel I am eating too much!though I look OK for everyone,only me find myself too thick.So I go pale and am faintly happy,that I h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rajnarayan/317945/ What am I without what I have?What's left, more than what I achieve?When am I loved for what I feel?What is life with so much to repeal? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rajnarayan/317893/ I want to do most in a momentI want to let everyone know now!I want fame in this very moment;Though I am going to live another.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rajnarayan/317890/ Oh alas! I have just four lines to write,best if I rhymed, and the message upright.Let my verse be sung in two breaths,reading it all in one heart's surge. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rajnarayan/317889/ Not me, who talks foul about destiny.Not me, who shouts there is none but just me.So am I doing blasphemy?Just by saying I never knew it to be? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rajnarayan/317888/ About overprotective fathers. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rajnarayan/316282/ A memory of budding passion when he was young that was always thrust upon him like a curse. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rajnarayan/316259/ Darkness... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rajnarayan/315770/ Lonely blues http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rajnarayan/315767/ Call it attempt to inspire oneself or any other, there is a desperation in everyone who believe weakness is unacceptable to come out from every pits and caverns to which they are hurled into. This is just an ode to it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rajnarayan/315756/ About denial. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rajnarayan/315755/