http://slow.writerscafe.org/HarrisMalik The original writings of author Harris Malik en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775992446 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Someone told me You live in a distant land And since that day i became a traveler  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarrisMalik/1237619/ shore of the soul lone diver lost and directionless yet happy and content piece of me in the desert being trodden upontravelling places with blowing wind a blank paper in ruthless storm amazed and clueless a tear in the waiting in lovers eyes longing.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarrisMalik/1236586/ I stand by your grave stone Looking at newly laid dirt I sprinkled some water on the dust Its odour choked my lungs desperately ran my fingers through the dampened dirtAs if i tried to feel you A false hope ,for you are on the other side the unknown one yet the mos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarrisMalik/1235241/ nothing lasts for ever ,joys ,sorrows,pains ,empitiness ,laughters ,tears ,fears ,strenghts ,if any thing is survives its nothingness ,every thing else fades away ,we fade away and become nothing more then a memory of past in some distant heart,in some friends sigh,in some late night tears on pillow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarrisMalik/1211810/ The moments of awarenessThe dawn of dark realityThe burden of ones own existence The questions of moralityThe voids inside The screams outside The facade behind the masks Tears of ritual ,ceremonial smilesThe unending chase to get high on life Falling short and sometimes get.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarrisMalik/1186068/ The bare soulA hopeless hole Scares every whereDoes any one careFrights of the nightLaying in the corner of a dark room with dim lightsSilent screams for divineAwww that knock on the door Is it God there?or just another flesh bidderHahahaha God doesn't come to a s***s den (inner voice)It m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarrisMalik/1181515/ Stay http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/HarrisMalik/1180667/