http://slow.writerscafe.org/shresthasulabh The original writings of author Sulabh Shrestha en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050804 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Watered, Shaped, Broken, ReshapedLife is a clay in the hands of timePlayed until it is burnt and deadCaught within a regretful rhyme.Marks on the skin won't healTokened for search of satietyHappiness was always unrealAn escape from the reality.When a pain masks a lesser painWould you care about a ne.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shresthasulabh/1215293/ I hold the eyes that behold the beautyIt tells the tales of God's existenceAn immaculate art, unerring creativityOnly blunder be in the missing timelessnessConsumed by illness, ageing and mortalityI, the chosen one to rectify his disgrace.Her hair, the color of sky in the duskThe doe eyes unresponsi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shresthasulabh/1215292/ From vein it runs to my heartGrief pumps it to every partCome near as my senses departHopeful me with questions to impart.If I open my eyesWould it end like a nightmare?If I hide under blanketWould it protect me from despair?If I get back in timeWould your fragrance return in air?If I walk up to you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shresthasulabh/1215289/ God is dead, he is deadIn their voices, hear the religion fadeTime, it changes and rearrangesRevolves around the cycle of four agesAtheism and materialism, the new religionCorruption takes the shape of treasonJingoism drives wars without reasonIts fourth of the four, the coldest season.Final reincar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shresthasulabh/1215287/ Endowed from the sky to cripple humanity Cursed for the fire of promethean deceptionEyelids of sanity shut by obsessive curiosityRestraint surrendered before her temptationGambled childhood pleasure and immortalityLifted the forbidden lid to release her vexation.Out of the box, rushed the malev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shresthasulabh/1215286/ Hidden behind a mask with eternal smileEvery emotions unfold in a single shapeEven the agony, misery, despair and vileLet all escape with a fall of the drape.A phantom born from a thoughtCan't touch, can't catch, can't seeCan't hang with a lynching knotAs flames it shall rise, the "V".A war prepared.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shresthasulabh/1215284/