http://slow.writerscafe.org/Manali The original writings of author Manali en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776011781 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I woke up to a knotted feeling in my chest. I call it the feeling of smelling rain in the air. To myleft, a man sleeps curled under the blanket, and beyond him, morning opens itseyes behind the curtains. The heaviness in my chest is an accumulation of manyyears. Like Sam and Dean’s memor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manali/1690207/ Every time it rainsI close my eyes and release a prayer.The colossal gray skyAnd the living breezeGather my poignant thoughtsWhile I stand overwhelmed by it all.Hoping once again,Like one reckless to believeThat wishes come true -The wind will stop your breath.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manali/1201979/ In thisworld so pure so trueWe reach outto all with loveRun insidedreams that come aliveSoar untothe sky above. Tomorrow isa day waiting to becomeNothing isimpossible in a chosen oneLook notbehind for today is in frontEyes so widethe future will c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manali/1201086/ We arewrestling against stygian tidesThis agony isyours too,Not justmine. I see you seeme with impassive eyes;Suchsmothering obligations,Yoursmothered sighs… It makes mewant to weepTo see usdrown in this impasse. The r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manali/1201085/ It is saidI often lieawakeAnd talk tothe moonEnchanting,bottomless eyes,They say,Of arain-nymph in bloom.It is said,I often risebetween trancesAnd scan thestreetsAs if lookingfor something;And then turnaway,They say,Sighing. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manali/1201083/ I saw youdowntown the other day. You were bending at the fruit seller’s spread ofapples. That man, I remember, used to sell Frooty bottles in summer. Those tinybottles that come with funny mango illustrations. You would buy me one of thoseevery Friday, and laugh at my childish glee as .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manali/1199992/ Apple ofmine eye, I will leap and flyTo the endsof the world, never cease to try;I will workand I will sweatThe goodlife for you to get,I will toiland I will laborJust for youto gain the favorOf the lifeI laid to wasteSo you mayhave a tasteOf the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manali/1199986/ Foolishchild,Tothink you could winThisbattle that manyHavelost before you. Audaciousfool,Tostep into the fireWiththat tender skin,Nowraw and curled. Ihad warned you, sweet child,I'mnot to be trifled with.Iburn from the i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manali/1199983/ Weare out of time.Notime for lasting triumph,Notime to purpose our wealth.Weare out of time. Nosecond to spare a thought,Nomoment to reflect.Weare out of time.Theconstant stars gaze downSilentlywatching us ground time.Weare out of time.All.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manali/1199981/ PrologueFlashesof a luminous glowSwimslike a Borealis across the sky.Thecold compelling breezeSoothesmy clammy skin.A  quiet rumbling,Likethe growl of angry hell hounds,Anticipatesthe coming. StormThesky unleashes electric snakesAs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manali/1199977/ Thesky has turned a bluish grey.Ihear the voices of the city - Words,music, traffic, train,Andshrill laughter floating in the lane.Thebells have begun to ring; Anold womanCrouchingin a corner of her terraceBlowsthe conch thrice.Awhite cat ambling by .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manali/1199973/ Cloudbroke rank.Shepeeped silvery white from behind the screen.Thedark disappeared.Andthe world slept on… Agush of wind -Andeverything went black.Littlediamonds looking downSearchingout their loved ones,Butthe world slept on….. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manali/1199972/ This is an old poem. I visited the "Cellular Jail" in the Andaman Islands on the Indian Ocean, which left a lasting impression on me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Manali/1199966/