http://slow.writerscafe.org/Priyanka%20Natesh The original writings of author Priyanka Natesh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984118 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 If the world were a Lego set http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1748713/ When you want that inner beast in you, to break through the shackles of the materialistic world and LIVE! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1685605/ Somewhere between being a half baked adolescent and a fresh adult, we miss naivety http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1554598/ It's a painful emotion...yet satisfying http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1453637/ Love isn't painful. Just needs some faith http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1421712/ When love swoops in...and cradles you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1412209/ Every soul longs for a cup o' kindness, for auld lang syne... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1408168/ How benevolent is the Sun Shines over the mountains  Ripples across the seas  Calm and tolerant  Giving and altruistic  How benevolent is the Sun!  He shines only one half at a time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1359861/ MemoriesThe moreyou push them awayThe deeperthey getAnd digup more memoriesMemories you never want to relive…The touchof your warm hands in the coldOn mycheeksGlidingover my earsIn myhairOurfingers twiningIn thesheer passion of kis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1354368/ It’s avoodooed concept   Growing upThe whipkeeps lashingFrom thesimpering pastRegretscreep inAnd hauntthe living lightsCourageshiesAnd so doesyour poiseGrowing up?It’s arcane http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1354349/ There isn't the slightest sob! Not a slender tear! No, no sliver of lightening! Never a flustered nerve! I've been packaged to the meadowsSorrows made fallow Black eyed and fat lipped inside        &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1311992/ Sometimes, all that the soul wishes for is to fly unheeded... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1271789/ Marubia Geroom she is. :-D http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1231949/ Dirges are lullaby's to this soul. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1198464/ Brooding. None so magnificent http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1150956/ What may be a fleetingglimpseWhat may be anindifferent glance A smile A greetingGallantry in disguise?Forget them not, young lads and missesForget them not, for the days are growin’ oldWhat may be a whoopwith friendsWhat may be a bond ofsortsThe laug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1111510/ Somehow, the hardened shell seems to be a necessity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1111506/ At last. A new, (official) beginning :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1094959/ With few, you are just like oil on water. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/1031417/ Bloodshot fire flaming in the eyesMorphing human, morphing animalRavaging anger blending with incapacityThe wretchedness of dependence- CRUSHING!NUMBING!PIERCING!‘til you want to: RUNAROUND!SCREAM OUTLOUD!RIP YOURCLOTHES AND DASH RIGHT OUT!To f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/983856/ Is this love after all?It doesn’t scream, softly treadsO’er my turbid soulIsn't loud, just a whispering wishOf a yearning twin Is this love after all?To look over my shoulderAnd run into a bracing mistTo swoon at the touchOf those seraphic hands.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/975714/ It's something I'm at a complete loss to understand. So utterly far-fetched, this feeling, and yet so undeniably potent. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/949460/ It's World Poetry Day! -March 21, 2012 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/948049/ It really is strange how despite the blandness of the surroundings, love survives. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/904849/ A common routine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/897524/ To the dead! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/818215/ Why doesn't love ever die?And take with it the pain,the urge, the expectation?Why does it have to tug,to lurch at the very thought?of our lips blending andour hands closing?The lining of pain lurkingclose behind, waiting to plunge at the lightest wordsubmerging red in black.I want it! Yet I hate it... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/801957/ Shushing words, no longer my ownGhostly apparitions, echoing wailsof original selves and slurred adviceWhile I bump along murky eyedhalf humans, pretending all the wayLife eh? Is this it?Groping after life in dreams?clutching wisdom, my jejune babe?Hope's immortal, the fighterWhy let go, it says,Sup.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/788337/ Just another possibility! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/769264/ This one is a dedication to my thickest friend, who I don't want to lose.. ;) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/768339/ Running behind love, into a wounded alley... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/766736/ Walk,Out of homeOut of certaintyOn your own Brace,The vengeanceThe crudenessAll alone Find,The soulThe lifeYou own Enjoy,The quietThe peaceYou deserve Kiss,LoveSurrenderTogether. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/765668/ A true moment of awakening. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/756219/ She is a bit like me,struggling to live in a scary world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/754970/ Endless woes it is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/754946/ I don't know whom to feel sorry for--the poor hunter struggling for survival or the mute beasts chopped to death for no fault of theirs..? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/753233/ It's the loveliest feeling,the transition from acquaintances to friends..The feeling  of having earned a part of another person's thoughts..A person miles away,who still thinks of you.One of destiny's vicissitudes...two tiny dots connecting despite the distance..Happiness! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/711504/ I am a lover of Indian classical dance and among the hundreds of them i love one south Indian dance form which i learn-Bharatanatyam. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/709036/ Fear of being exposed,of being punished for audacity,Punished for a weak heart,for my beliefs and convictions...Fear of being stripped nakedof flowery dresses and fig leaf dens,of nervous breakdowns and threats,and hostility for life...Fear of being caught,of being choked by nightmares,of lifetimes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/705976/ To someone, somewhere. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/685288/ A tribute to my most detested subject! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/539935/ Happy,crazy,grim,sad,These little emotions do drive me mad!Happy now i am,walking through the mall,Until i tripped and fell,causing utter pell-mell!Anger,anguish mixed with chagrinSwiftly made me flush with a "S**t! What a mess i am in!"Sitting in the classroom looking into his broken eyes,As besott.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/531125/ This poem, my first one, is dedicated to two very prominent ladies in my life who have slowly drifted away from my life because of my stupidity... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Priyanka-Natesh/530325/