http://slow.writerscafe.org/Syraj The original writings of author Syraj Syed en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776049527 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Searching….driven….hungry…filledwith conflict and contention…haunted by glimpses of the possible…haunted byflashes of brilliance. Thoughtto blessed…to be called….and at times accursed…now…now… the burden is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Syraj/1121247/ Observable phenomena…ourjudgments of life predicated on such inadequate evidence of human capital,value, quality…wanting to quantify ability, success�"consistently unaware of thesubtle things that make humanity human. Let’s explore the enigmatic thing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Syraj/1121208/ At the thought of you, my eyeswell with tears.You are the constant reminderthat years past still live on.You have consumed me, controlledand tortured me.Yet my efforts to move forwardhave grown strong. You no longer own me.But the tears tell me you arethere. Are you wai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Syraj/1121195/ He speaks to me in letters, inwords, in a language meant for me.He is far away. He is not here.He is not mine.He speaks to my heart in alanguage that I am sure only I understand.There is no paper, there is nopen. There is only distance full of joining.Each word ca.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Syraj/1121193/ We believe in the ones who havesuffered as we haveWe punish the ones who know oursinsWe uphold the mighty overinnocuous cocktailsWe yearn in our hearts forsomeone to understand.Who can journey through lifeunscathed?Untouched by choices hastily madeOr paths most .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Syraj/1121191/ Strengthened defenses, as I watchher subtleties across a gridlocked aislethe smallest space betweenpeople, a window to beautiful and terrible thingsShe is physically dynamic, everypart moving in synergy and purposethere is a rhythm to it, she'snot meant to be stillexcept her .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Syraj/1121190/ Change in isolationA turning toward, an arrow oftime, order and disorderthe enthalpy of fusion...entropyand life.My life feeds on her, as we grow,pleasure in the disruption, tasting each other...energy and heat...as we grow anddivide...we preserve ourselves and take from each.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Syraj/1121180/ Are we in crisis?Is this the turning of the worm?We’ve reached the apex and all wecan do now is descend…Descend into the realities oftasks left undone, of failures left unconsidered,Of mistakes left unattended.What is that bilious realization,so sour in its o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Syraj/1121177/ Between worlds, betweengenerations,What do you feelconnected to? Older than myyears…older than your years?Or years beyond therest.I’ve thought about lifein other times…Feeling displaced in aworld unready for the ideas we all had….. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Syraj/1121174/