http://slow.writerscafe.org/chandradhish The original writings of author Chandradhish Ghosh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017938 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The dusk went past, the moon came up...The lioness woke from her sleepShe did not kill, she did not supNor did she make one leapAfter a while, a cloud came byThe moon hid quiet and slowThe lioness then, let out a sighAs the moon saw her bask in his glow. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/2833648/ I fail and fail again...but there is success involved: Success in failing twice! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/2833646/ Is order good for you,When we are all here by chance?Dance a little with entropy! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/2833645/ There was light when I started walkingBut the clouds played games with the Sun,On they went, with their games Until orange was painted over sky.Orange was greeted,With glee from all,Until it brought down the darkI was stuck on the roadWith everyone else,Not knowing which direction to go.The dar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/2833641/ I havenoticed it now!I sometimestake the pen,When I feela snake slip slowly inside of me.It justcomes unannounced and without a real shapeBut crawlsinto me and my mind.Sometimes,it comes immediately after I wake up.Sometimesit comes and crawls in slowly from.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/2782218/ Yes he burnt…He burnt from all of those years...He burnt from all of those unprinted pages...He burnt from all of those words said...He burnt from all of those dreams dreamt…He burnt from all of those touches…He burnt from all of those memories..He bu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1753690/ Fading memories, feeble achesWelcomed relief, new handshakes.Wandering soul, new butterfliesRock and roll, forgotten lies.A deep sigh… Random dates, laughter and joyUnwavering mates, new found buoyRavenous belly, food and wineConscious puffs, Thoughts .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1460622/ I opened my cupboardThe clothes started dropping…One by one….Oh…do you die of breathlessness too?Is it claustrophobic inside those wooden walls?Pardon me…I treated you as if you were an object…I forgot within every string of you…L.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1442505/ Did you see how you laughed in that old photograph?I am sure you remember the moment, don’t you?The insanely stupid incident that prompted that smile!Look at the glint in your eyes…The way your lips widened…It seemed it last forever…the momentDid you ever think?You’d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1442485/ In the end did you see the clouds retreat?Did you see the leaves swell with pride too?Did you tip-toe out in the open too?Have you felt the rain seep into your body too?Did you smell as nice as the leaves did?Have you seen the birds sit with their feathers all fluffythen?Ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1402402/ “Superiority is a privilege of the strongTrust me; I assure you it is never toowrong.You can only be born with it, brillianceDon’t listen to what those fools say,nonsense.I have learned to love myself and none moreMost live on other’s ideas, they’re su.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1398169/ The little ant started walking…It stayed behind the othersThey all seemed to be busy looking for somethingIt wasn’t sure what was so special about that elusivething?It gave up on the search and driftedIt went a little distance and lookedLooked at his clan&helli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1398165/ There was a dove,Who lost on love But Continued totry...With a wounded heartAnd lessons learntHe never ceased tofly! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1345225/ Endless chatters, silent groansHand in handSweat-stained clothesFree fall of sandFlip-flop flip-flop Endless walks, free flowing hairStreet side foodAn unwavering stareSwings of a moodFlip-flop flip-flop Unfulfilled dreams, distant landsV.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1341415/ “There are somany things to say, so many things to hear, so many different things to learn.Time, the master of all, decides who should see how much, who should listen tohow much and who should know how much…strange isn’t it?” Anup Biswas stoppedfor a while…swi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1328085/ It took off untethered,Leaving the million footprintsIt made during its stay,To be erased by time.Quietly it went back to its old loved ones-Like in a silent sleep-To the land of dreams,Where darkness and light collide.Leaving the ones behind in screaming emptiness.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1320802/ If you had told me you'd leaveI would have collectedEvery tear drop that you had shed in front of meEvery tear drop that I had shed aloneI would mix them all in a pensieve…All the tears that belonged to you and me! If you had told me you’d leaveI&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1318660/ Undetermined, unfathomable, limitlessUnmindful, unsuccessful, carelessHow strange…random words…So meaningless yet so meaningful!Unadulterated freedom…Perhaps too lenient a right…The use of words!How strange…random thoughts…So .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1308212/ The clouds stopped crying and moved asideUnleashing the sun,He blazed on unperturbed by the sudden lossThe moon felt amazed the sun didn’t even careHe looked at her pallid face with scornShe conceded and bore his heat without complainingAnd suddenly she was no more.The two eyes kept wandering,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1306536/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1296274/ The lunatic walked aloneHe questioned himself,He asked questions that no one ever did“Would I burn the newspaper today?”“Would I crawl under the bed and look for the unknown?”“Would I put my hand through the hole and catch the mouse?”.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1292430/ I love Calcutta…not only because I grew up there, butbecause it has a feel that no other city in india does. I cannot quite say whatabout Kolkata makes me pine for it. Honestly speaking, infrastructures of allthe other Indian metros seem to be way better than that of Calcutta. I agree.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1288651/ As I look outside my balcony,There stands a tall white building…It reeks of the newly adorned white paint.As I stand stare silently into the night and wonder…How different lives spend their nights inside thoseTiny squares of yellow light shining… Wou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1285336/ The letters never caredThey seemed to be comfortable with one anotherI observed them closely…very closely‘A’ seemed to be the nicestHe partnered everybodyAnd everybody liked to have him aroundSo did ‘E’, and exceptIt was a little partial.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1264734/ Oh my beautiful late night rainCome and drench me in my dreamsWhere I live as I wantAnd happiness seems abundant…I care not for the scorching sunOr how the stars shineI don’t care what they say about meKeep raining hard…Come fast and rain quick.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1262831/ You hold water...you jar!People drink water from you...Has anybody thought of how you have beenmade? I know you quench the thirstOf that unknown traveler..But has he thought of how you have been made? The very water you hold Finds a home in you...Has it ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1260485/ If I could write a songThat we could both sing alongThen I’ll not play with deathCome as it mayMay be soon or it may delayI’ll not hide my breathIf I could write one beautiful lineThat you would love to call “mine”Then I’ll never stop you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1260020/ If I could count the time,But knew not how to rhymeBlank pages, would remain,Untouched by my pen.Not every memory mayBe replaced by everydayAnd with every passing hourMy words might get more sourBut still I write todayForgetting yesterday  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1258997/ The way they talkedAnd, the way they walkedWas what captivated her senses!She watched them drinkAnd she heard them singShe dived in…took her breath…And up she came again(Another glance)The way they laughedThe way they jokedWas what captivated her senses!She watched them untieAnd she wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1255687/ Who pays the poet to write?Is it the hurt that dwells in the heart?Is it the blank page, who waits eagerly to be filled?Is it the ink which beckons to flow out?Or is it the memoriesWho keep haunting and rush out in evanescent voids of time,To come back and haunt again?Is it the lump in the throatWai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1254516/ A million drops of waterwill fall,And wash your sorrows for once and all.Your darkest clouds will float aside,The sun will shine on you, bright and wide.Fight all your hurdles with might and grit,Your day will come close bit by bit.The poet will die but his words will live;Enjoy the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1253198/ That first day when you had smiled because of me...That first day when you had lifted me up in the air...Or the instant when you noticed me smile...Oh you should have written it down...I for one do remember when I saw the pride behind that smileOr the pure ecstasy of your care...Or the pain when you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1252935/ Oh I heard you when you had nothing to say...I saw when you when you were miles away!I felt your presence every night and dayIt was "I" only "I" but "you" were led astray! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1252930/ Have you ever heard the white bird sing?Or does it sing to me only?It sings me stories of the distant past…And of the distant present…and the near future!It calls me by no name but talks to meAnd takes me miles away.Miles away from myself, from this world;It takes me on a voyageTo a wo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1252243/ ‘It’ did not know how it was born,When time progressed,‘It’ realized its existence.It was alone, not knowing what to do.“Do I stand here all by myself?”It asked itself.“No!” someone inside ‘it’self worded.What to do…‘it’ .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1252240/ I remember that piece of paperWhere, the letters had flown.My feelings had found vent in the flowing blood,The blood had flowed into three fingers,The fingers had found vent in the pen,The pen bled blue ink, And painted the white paper with letters. I remember th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1252229/ I held the cup in my hand.I looked at my reflection on its shiny surface.It was somewhat flattened, my image,It seemed as if somebody pulled both my cheeks real hardAnd they wouldn’t retract.I smiled and the image became even funnier!I laughed this time…Altho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1252228/ I take my time to write again,To wipe my tears and erase the pain,To give myself a big wide grin,To say f**k-off and close the scene.I take my time to write again,To fight with hurt and walk in vain,To give myself a happier day,When the sun is bright, I’ll make my hay.I take my time to write a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/chandradhish/1252226/