http://slow.writerscafe.org/archie017 The original writings of author archie017 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776067554 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Few words are beautiful in solitude Snow and rainfall comply with too This moment may not live that long too Just like this moment of solitude. With a pen and paper in hand To sit by the window I got words to write But no one to say so Another page to turn More inks to write This is an endless diary.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archie017/1536388/ An old lady lying in a streetBroken her legNothing left to feedYou don't respond to herCause you are something indeedBusy with your friend Not a second to greetShe was thirstyCan't move a feetYou all are watchingBut who cares. Forget itEven you have moneyDon't wanna waste itcause friends are hungryT.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archie017/1215232/ " Listen, dont hurt others, even if they hurt you. Dont disrespect others. Always help them even they feel disgrace to be with you .Always have love for you enemies no matter how much they insulted you ".Well the above line usually come from a person with good moral behavior or from the pers.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archie017/1211634/ Sometimes it rains, sometimes there is a sun showing its arrogant character, sometimes there is a child crying for love , sometimes there is an old woman seeking for solitude. Sometimes a rainbow paint the face of the sky , sometimes a thunder with violent roar breaks the heart of it.A new.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archie017/1211633/ Waking up from sleep,hearing the chipping of the birds as the golden rays of the sun hit my eyes brought a profound joy & love within my heart. How beautiful the world is ! I sat down on the chair of my balcony with coffee in my hand. Its pretty cold out there. The sky is painted with r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archie017/1211632/ Again the beautiful sound of Azaan woke me up from sleep. By offering Fazar's salah , i went for a walk . It was still dark, chirping of birds had not started yet. Fogs were virtually obstructing my views. But the weather was quiet appreciable as the cold was mild. Only a sweater would work.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archie017/1211505/ I wrote this in two minutes cause one of my sweetest friend asked me to write something for blue moon as she was loving it a lot. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archie017/1211504/ In the land of mine,A beautiful rose has bloomTo cherish the mind,Of a lonely soulOdors : to heal my bodyColors ; to change my worldAnd a dazzling beauty with tender innocence;To heal the sorrow,That his acquaintance left before.I cant compare her lustrous petal,Nor the glow that comes from her eyes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archie017/1211503/ The sun will set up in minutesaying farewell to usI look down to my watchAnother minute has passedIt will rise from the other endFor another day & nightBut am I be there to joy with othersOr is it my last sun set?With passing of each secondsfear starts to hoverLike thunder; i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archie017/1211501/ The poem was written for my mother when I was in Merchant Navy getting trained. There was no way I could contact my parents. So at that time i wrote this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archie017/1211497/