http://slow.writerscafe.org/midnightdreams The original writings of author Midnight Dreams en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022502 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 There was a little wanderer boy,Who kept his face to Sun,He got to lay his pockets full,With all the nuts and bun,His teeth had had a yellow hue,So he kept his lips all mum,He wandered to the river bay,To look for treasure some,And there he got a bird’s song,Which he refuse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/698853/ The inspiration behind this poem was Rohit, a five year old boy who is HIV Positive, naughty, sprightly and full of creativity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/669156/ As a little girl, I often slept on the terrace,It was then that I saw some dreams,The dreams you see with wide open eyes,And you call them as Midnightdreams, The stars in the sky would be the things,I was delighted to pick up, to play with,With a thread .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/650161/ She creeps inside from nowhere,And brings in her hand, some sweet pain,She hops, dances and moves around,I run behind to snatch her,but in vain.She is there, she is not there, no where,And before I know, she disappears,I do not know,  where she comes from,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/650160/ I have been watching the path,For long, with hopeful eyes;In dreams I see your arrival,On the pathway several times. I think of you when birds sing,In the garden laden with flowers;I think of you when rain drops,On misty evenings, as heaven’s showers.&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/598142/ A dew drop on a leaf, Stars in the eyes, Drawings made by a wave, Houses made of sand, Fluttering sound of wings, Hope, Faith, Dreams, Bonding, Just everything is so shortlived! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/569411/ Secret glee or stacked up pain, Hopeful strains in sweet falling rain, Delicate emotion, beneath the layer,Floating kindness, Fury in the air,  Melodious fall of a tiny waterfall,All that We wish to relate but Can not, Gathering notes for tune with&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/555042/ This is an attempt at writing a poem in a hurry! Oh! What a word is this, Luxury! There are many things that we have in life, There are others we try for and strive We just accept as ours with comfort, All that we get without an effort, Then there are things that are difficult to obtain, Jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/551140/ I wish I could write the title of this poem, its there somewhere in the mind..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/510120/ This is an Ode written to 'Dadi', a character in a popular television show and is a tribute to Shelley. An 'Ode to Skylark' is one of my favourite poems and Shelley's art is undeniably supreme here. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/510107/ An ancient ritual that exists for ages is that of Naming a Baby, January this year, Naveen and Vidya expected a Girl Baby, Name had to be unique, Name had to have both Mom n Dads, The baby girl opened her eyes to a name called Nivea. Adam Smith was invited to an Indian wedding in Maharaja Hall, A Sm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/510092/ We celebrate 14th January as a festival of Kites. The sky is full of kites on the day, generating a Kaleidoscope of colors. The nip in the air, the Sun, clouds and kites create a magical atmosphere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/498968/ O' melodius Cuckoo Bird,Give me some note, some chime, some tune,That I have to write some songs....O' Multihued Rainbow,Give me some colors,That I have to paint some pictures....O' Mother Nature,Give me some images,so that my thoughts find expression on paper...And storms arising inside me, touch.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/498965/ History written in my book, saysThat man’s spirit of enquiry and adventure,Has broken all the barriers.The World divided earlier into many partsHas become one whole now.Distances have been narrowed andMan prepares to attain a global role. Raising my head from the book,I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/493799/ This is one poem I wrote long back when I was a teenager..... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/493798/ There is a flood in a small brook,Thoughts one after the other,Come to my mind,Make me un-calm,An unrest over powers me,I rub my head,I swing on my chair,My brows get contracted,I look for a pen,It slides on the paper,A word after another,Oh! There is a verse in my notebook. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/493797/ Tear Drops fall quietly on the blanket,A whole night spent in despair,An aching heart, in solitude.Darkness lets sorrows to wake up,To dance in the moist eyes,And rock and roll down cheeks.Hour after hour it continues like a watlz,A celebration of anguish in human life,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/485015/ All I saw was a tear in your eye,Which you tried to hide from me,Your failed attempt to talk to me,While you wiped it from your hands,As if it had been dwelling in wrong place.But it found a place in my heart,where I kept it safe,Safe from your cruel hands,and safe from the vile waft.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/484764/ This is a spontaneous poem which came out when I observed someone's silent tears. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/484756/ It is a part of-a flower's sweet fragrance,radiance of a sunlit sky,a colorful rainbow at the horizon,a chid's innocent smile,a skylark's song,a breeze that flows in palaces and sheds alike.It is found at once in-a fluttering page of,a book of history,a beaming face of a farmer working.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/411518/   I asked a Rose Bush to do this for me........Grow a bud,Let the wind caress it,Let the Sun fill it with colour,Let the water give it softness,Let the birds give it a song,Then let it have colour but not one,Then let it be soft but more from inside,Then let it sing b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/midnightdreams/410705/