http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pratikshya The original writings of author writer in trial en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011779 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 My blood tastes caffeine :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1347898/ This is for someone who is very dearer to me. Though we don't have contacts any more, but I hope he still remembers me through the wonderful memories we shared. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1343380/ My second attempt to write a stageplay. Currently it's in progress, so i am publishing a part of it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1339382/ I have got a detached mind that can't be confined to anything in particular. It craves for learning and exploration. My mind will struggle with stability until n unless i choose the path of detachment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1334828/ Thanks to her big eyes that hold immense tears.She empties most ,keeping a drop to converse.The drop that slithers from her cheeks,Carrying the agony and pain.Before it hits the concrete floor,Before it vapourizes forever,Leaving the traces of sorrows,She lands it firmly over her pal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1327220/ Wrote it in completely high condition. :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1316624/ My 1st attempt to write a screenplay. It's not exactly the same but do resemble much. ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1300853/ Again the night sky knocked her minds door.She woke up and went to kitchen room.She arranged all to feel the beauty.Nothing much needed,but ,some cigarettes and coffee.She was all set to submerge in darkto enjoy her night fantasy.She saw a star twinkling.It held so much light That .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1279730/ Pizza,cheese burgers,french fries,donuts and a lotz and lotz of junk food :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1212333/ Wandering in an empty streetHe has got nothing to doKicking those empty cansMurmuring songs looking up the starsSomeone should hold his handAnd show him the right way to goThese good things aren't gonna work anymoreSniffing whites will cure it allLaughing at himself.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1208638/ I am stuck in a land of desolationThis time it’s not my delusion.An evil force has blown up everything.All I can see is the crumbled buildings.The Sun has stopped shiningThe big dark clouds are reigningCurses are weighing more than prayersDestruction is prevailing e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1207626/ Again the same dayMorning rays make her awakeHer make ups are spreadHairs are opened Eyes are sunkenTears are coagulatedThe blue sky will turn black soonShe puts her dressAnd she’s ready to impressAll she needs some bucksTo keep her aliveShe has nowh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1204233/ This was my first poem that i wrote instantly. It was raining outside and i was feeling romantic. My lover wasn't with me so I converted my feelings to writings. :D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1202719/ Change is good Change is bad In the end, you are fucked up by this change http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1201563/ I wrote this randomly. I was sick and tired of everything and suddenly my hands started writing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1199920/ This is one of my dreams which i still remember. When i woke up, i found myself completely sweating . Here it goes....... ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1193149/ Hey girl! Take a ride with meAnd he showed her the world of hedonism.Hey girl! I want you to be my dateAnd he dumped her next day after f*****g that night.Hey girl! I really love the way you areAnd he called her s**t at back.Hey girl! You are so beautifulAnd he got his ow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1192583/ Tried my hands in poetry. :/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1192385/  “You could have atleast told me that you didn’t feel good that night. I thought you liked it. Butat the end you left me forever. Did you blame me afterwards for what happenedbetween us? I am again feeling morally down and my own existence seems to me akind of torture.&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1192133/ Nothing lasts forever. But for me, it fits with depression. Born alone, live alone and die alone .............. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1188954/ If a man prepares himself for a fresh new life by erasing all of his past sins, then of course, he should be given a chance. But whether this new phase will bring happiness or a fatal depression? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pratikshya/1188239/