Ishan Sadwelkar | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ishan%20Sadwelkar The original writings of author Ishan Sadwelkar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990577 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Show me Some of your Poetry Show me some of your poetry - the versesthat take flight on mornings where the sun meltsa mountain’s fog-robed forestLet me touch the parts that prolong themselvesinto forming images inside me, I want to beat the moment where they are born as wordsShow me some of those, some of t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/2007203/ Touch XXX-VII-2011 ___ Illusions crowd my eyes in unforgiving numbers. Crows spot the greyness of the skywith black movements. The wind is music for the season.I’m its only available audience. You slept with me when it was summer.The bed sheet still crumples itself in accordance to your cu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/976269/ At The Window before Dawn At the window before dawnlives a placid void, a breezealmost diesAmidst a silence's silent riseOutside the window tides are kissing the coastAnd retreating Into a soothing vastness, gulls caw At the moon's flourescence-At the window before dawnA story criesA mother opens the doorFor his lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/739447/ Untitled -2 A poem from my Untitled series. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/693880/ This Is Your Poem IX-IX-2010 10.30 p.m. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/602599/ Us Yourswas a miscalculationAdefiant strategy Tocustomize death Anormal suicide Inthe streets of my wintered town Ifind many of your rivalsStrayingsentences onto shopkeepersUsingintellect for bargain Yourswas a method.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/593093/ A Poet's Room A Poet’s Room A poet’s roomIs devoid ofWalls, windowsCurtains, shelvesEven a ceilingThere is no commitment throughoutAnd no promiseNot even cracked partitions On the changing floorMaybe some periodic stimulationsOf human seasonsScenes from the pastWell ac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/559629/ 26th March, 2010 I wrote this on my eighteenth birthday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/553821/ Before Leaving This is a very old poem. For a friend who left me alone in this world without notice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/553443/ Vision, October 1999 A dream from childhood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/552785/ As a Poet For all my fellow poets and writers and critics. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/551568/ Is That You? For a lost friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/549226/ The Old Tree In My College This is about an old tree in my college, which was mercilessly cut last July. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/548459/ The Language of Silence A poem about the things we fail to hear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/547900/ Nostalgic A poem for a moment of brief remembering. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/546362/ the Pen An old poem of mine. This is for every pen we use. And dictate terms to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/545528/ Nymphomania A poem portraying random thoughts and moods of a persistent nymphomaniac. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/544733/ St.Anne's High School. A very very simple poem, I wrote when I was around thirteen, so obviously you won't find any difficult words or phrases. But the poem is sweet, and enjoyable. I'm eighteen now! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/544297/ Walking Beside You A poem for an old friend. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/542991/ I’m All About Now (XXX-IV-2010 8.45 p.m.) Rather impulsive and personal poem written in social exile. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ishan-Sadwelkar/542986/