http://slow.writerscafe.org/shinjini The original writings of author Floating on the feathers of a dandelion en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984084 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Fictional life of real people... From my eyes. About an old India couple. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/1322259/ The story, set in Kolkata, the british capital of India, describes the lives of children to whom river Ganges is a secret treasure, knowing little that it has secret hidden dungeons which captures their lives. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/482904/ A hollow deep inside,Difficult to scrape out, now is a part of me,Growing everyday,I wonder is it hollow within,Or diving am I in the waterless sea. Hollow and shallow,Is what I am now,In search for a soul,Within and outside me, A soulful soul, a fancy me,Nevermin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/479232/ A lame penAnd a lousy meDecided to go on a writing spreeTravelled to Scotland and to SpainMet the King and JaneThe king was rich, knew no painJane was poor, so was slainHence the king claimedNone are poor, but all are same! I went to the country of Pashtuns,Feasted on ke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/441636/ I sit here, on my window,gazing at the azure blue sky,Hoping for a hero to emerge from the clouds ,And take me for a flight,Forget, I sometimes, I am no fairy for real,I have two hands and no two wings,I live on earth, among the cursedAnd there's no riddance until I die. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/416808/  A charmer is he,Wooing everyone around,With his mesmerizing talks,And ability to laugh incessantly. On he goes,Talking about the sky, the earth and the moon,But not about his love, and nor to his love,That isn’t very important to him, I suppose He is a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/290016/ A friend said my expectations are nothing but illusions. He rendered them to be very illusory which basically made me write this... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/283007/ I saw this lady in a metro train with a baby collapsed in her arms and the myriad of people passing by her, with not a single kind heart taking a single step towards her to offer her help.... We, the supposed "Samaritans"!! Huh! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/267633/ Just an impulsive rambling. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/243445/  I belong to nowhere, no-one,Suspended somewhere is my existence in dark, Feel no gravity of destiny.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/220539/ I got a quote which said �Just because someone doesn�t love you the way you want them to, it doesn�t mean that they don�t love you with all they have� and as I read this I felt a spur to write... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/219782/   Clasping with frail fingers,An old silver hand-mirror,The sides of the glass blurred with jaded green,With beautifully sculpted angels perched on the rim,Angels still so young and so adorable,They make this senile body jealous. Timidly do I bring the reflection clo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/189711/ Its about me....... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/187262/   It is black beyond the wooden frame, Yes, it’s black not dark,It seems so for ages now,Well,May be I missed on the sun or perhaps the sun missed me out,But I had been here all along, gazing out. And it’s smoky white inside this smothering structure,Wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/186851/   A stage I organise every night,The Bed,With two pillows and my fragrantNaked body,Put off the incandescent lights,Light up the mantle,Line up the candles in the entire room,Drape a white georgette sheet like aTent on the canopy,Hang on it, shiny stars that dangle lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/147389/  I am seven,Have a blue friend, Sky.Its blue, bluer than my new dress. I stare at the blue,And it ogles back.Surprised at my miniscule existence,Ostensible innocence,And, impregnable ability to pose questions.But surprises me by its silence.Yet we are the best friends.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/100501/   A ceiling balanced on four cemented slabs,Walls, hollow within,With a thousand screams shut deep inside.Closely structured with little breathing space.Painted with morbid shades.A faint light, hopelessly, dimming above the head.A window with a crack in the pane, showcasin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/88726/   Tick tick.Tick tick,Time’s gone yet the time has arrived. ……Its slit,Its dripping,And I see it all around,Red.Red is the colour. Red on my dress,A white gown, I loved,But he loved his mannequin in red,Yes, it’s red now.&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/46997/  A shrill sound of cheerful laugh,chases me,chases me to the farthest corner.I sit alone gazing out of the window,a glass pane hiding half the view.I see the black clouds, covering the dark sky,stars struggle hard to shove away the clouds and show off their timid light.A tree st.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/22989/ A wide seamless road, ends coalesced in the equator,threatening loneliness prevaling on the way,silent, so silent, breath sounds as an erupting volcano,eyes see nothing, no-one just the endless road with no milestones.Burning road, flames following the shadow.Scorching sun and vultures f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shinjini/22603/