http://slow.writerscafe.org/sreyansh The original writings of author Pratibha en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015446 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A GHOST STORY http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sreyansh/390067/   Lord please help me nullify my past...Please help me eradicate the rage seething inside my soul...Please help me detoxify and weld my soul with you...Please help me take in the beauty of nature in silence......Please help me choose words carefully...words which should not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sreyansh/390063/ For my father http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sreyansh/390055/ :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sreyansh/390050/ This is my first poem and so it is very special for me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sreyansh/390040/ I dedicate this poem to all those fathers who realise at the end of the day that career and work tensions are not to be brought home and shared with kids. Instead, they should see life through their kids' innocence and learn from them to forget and forgi http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sreyansh/390033/ The day I lost my Kid for a full 10min in the busy Duffering mall of Toronto, Canada outside WALMART... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sreyansh/387731/ This poem is dedicated to my MOM...WHO has always followed in action what she taught us in theory.... This is my Mother's version of teaching me the ways of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sreyansh/387726/ I dedicate this poem to all the mothers, aunts, Grand mothers of the WORLD who know this word "ANXIETY" and can identify with this wherever they are, whatever language they speak, whatever culture they belong to....BECAUSE kids all over the world are same http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sreyansh/387722/ Come, let's enjoy the present...and forget everything else http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sreyansh/387683/  I found myself sleeping soundly in my Mom’s lap...oblivious of future... I found myself playing with orange, vibrant, naughty sunshine in my Mom’s garden...amidst the bed of roses and chrysanthemum... I found myself following Mom in every room holding her Saree... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sreyansh/387681/  How effortless it is to ‘declare a war’?As effortless as having a morning coffee with buttered toast inside a luxurious palace...As effortless as releasing the ‘butterfly from a jewellery box’...right? WRONG...Can these power hungry monsters walk a m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sreyansh/387679/ Life lost it's meaning suddenly, Life was lifeless, clueless and baseless suddenly... Just before I was going to get lost forever...GOD helped me revive and nurture myself through my friends Swati, Katie, Nonna (Susan) and my MOM... Albeit unknowingly, http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sreyansh/387677/ Self explanatory...Let me know what visions you get after looking at these snaps...share with me your feelings...!! For me, they bring loads of happiness, positivity and love... Do let me know whether i should continue ....the theme would be different ea http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sreyansh/387124/ Tintinnabulation derives from Latin tintinnabulum "a bell," from tintinnare from tinnire, "to jingle." This poem is dedicated to my best friends URJA, SUSAN(NONNA), CLASSY, OUR VERY OWN KATIE AND MY PEN FRIEND FROM UK, VIJI, CHICKA ( MANDY)...all of whom http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sreyansh/387122/ let me know what do u think http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sreyansh/386488/ I always wondered why there is so much depression around and why no one is happy. Why there is so much unhappiness around, why relationships are failing, why people are failing to compromise and love unconditionally...so many why�s boggled my brain.I woul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/sreyansh/386231/