http://slow.writerscafe.org/ankurbhardwaj The original writings of author Ankur Sharma en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028624 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The curser wasblinking on the display screen similar to his heart beats which was the proofof his life is still remaining. He knew that there is a very thin line amongthe imagination, illusion and the truth from the world, also the guarantee ofcertainty cannot be granted. Finally he opened t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ankurbhardwaj/1229277/ He always used to besurprised by almost everything he saw here and there. He surprised by the treesand used to think why all of the trees stood at the same place, why they don’tmove, that teacher must be liar who said trees have life like us. He surprisedwhy the leaves of the trees cha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ankurbhardwaj/1222618/ When this curfew willend? Will it end when I will be dead? Will it let me meet my friend? I justwanted to meet him one last time. Oh my God please finish this nonsense!Since morning he wasvery upset, for the last forty years they used to meet at least once in a weekin the evening. It was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ankurbhardwaj/1220565/ “I will punish and punish you harsh believe me, ifyou will not finish your homework tomorrow”.She was the wife ofour land lord. I was around ten year old and my family shifted from village tothis small city. My father came here in search of better opportunity. Soon hegot the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ankurbhardwaj/1219478/ I have a dreamWalks alone on the colored pebbles Into the deep of the mountainsAnd the dense forest of large treesWhere the leaves creates the rhymeThe dew drops waits for meAnd the chirpy sounds welcome meCool breeze flows to touch my bodyAs it already knew I like th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ankurbhardwaj/1216835/ That heart lying in the cornerThe old with some dustThat heart getting grays as the times passBut a little bright spotRubbed by the another heartIt still beat when the light seenBut the rhyme of the musicReminding the stories of the pastFilled with sea of saltThat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ankurbhardwaj/1216340/ A white paper without any dark spotStanding before me Asking to paint meWith the colors of yours dreamFull of emotions of your heartPlease create the world on meI have a soul and the conscience tooI will be the shadow of youTake some stars from the night skyAnd li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ankurbhardwaj/1216338/ Wish I could forget those eyesCause they told me my image reside in themThey never closeThey never blinkThey just the dust particle of meWish I could forget those two rosy lipsCause they always murmured my name on themThey don’t meet They don’t shrinkT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ankurbhardwaj/1216337/ The lines of smile on her faceTrying to hide the hazeI realize the image behind the smileScar of past and the mystery of futureShe looks beautiful without those linesBut the tears she shed under the black cloudMade me to blame god of the rainHer blue eyes filled with the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ankurbhardwaj/1210879/ As a child I believed the world where every one is happy but as my understanding grew I saw one thing for me there can not be badder thing then this that is Human trafficking for prostitution. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ankurbhardwaj/1209548/  I was with herwhen the time was about to separate uswhen the world was against uswhen the mountain was burdening usI was having my hand around herwhen the river of emotion was flowing inside us  when the sun rays was burning usand when the coldness of night freezing usI was looking into t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ankurbhardwaj/1207695/  I lost something in the dark mist I lost it quite a long time agoBut it was hard to knowwhen I let it go and slowNow my heart is tremblingfind the lost before the cryingI tried to search for the lostbut it was the dark mist ghostwho took it away my lostI let the crying begintears of the h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ankurbhardwaj/1207211/