http://slow.writerscafe.org/mzrm92 The original writings of author Himanshu Meshram en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006483 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Tonight i am here with you on this terrace deck,looking at the sky.the night isn't stray,vaguely visible only a few stars.leftovers of a shipwreck.I twist my neck in-searching a bright constellation,even one would make it a perfect night.not at you i look but strain my veins.I take my glasses offthe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mzrm92/1348928/ Just doodle of my thougts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mzrm92/1346165/ The Pen inMy HandThe pen in my hand,as if a double-edged sword.Against the paper I battle not but yes against myself.It is a weapon mightier than anyyet I use it not in anger,but in peace. When I hold it firmly,Wounding the paper with ink.I express .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mzrm92/1289624/ I broke her heart and she kissed me,Said take care and left me amazed.Maybe it wasn't overMaybe she had hope,Or she just welcomed the change.I knew i would not return.i have to go,my destiny awaits me.She was smiling but i could see the tears,Tears hiding within her eye lashes.she was happ.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mzrm92/1287380/ a story about a child's attachment to a gift and a teen's realization of its value http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mzrm92/1287369/