http://slow.writerscafe.org/Dilshan The original writings of author Dilshan Senaratne en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776062979 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A flutter of wings in the far horizon, with it winds of misery brings......A butterfly one amongst the mass seems to have caught my eye.Through day by night a simple wish just to touch those golden wings.I lie awake unable to sleep at any given time or place.All I seem able to conceive is the butter.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dilshan/1298800/ Have you lain in wait, with wolves who eyed you, lust in their eyes?Have you waited in wait, have you waited in vain for a hero to come?Are these your skies filled with the smoke of grief and love, lost in time?How long have you waited, how long more will you wait? Did you swim in these waters .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dilshan/1298189/ “I’m on my way out; I think I see you; oh you should’ve told me you were calling a cab” It’s never easy putting a face to the voice you hear on the phone he thought; funnily it was never quite the same either. You spend months speaking to someone over the phone and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dilshan/1298188/ She liked to stop movies at those parts which made her feel alive; she loved the beach and wanted to learn how to surf. Her favourite colour was blue like the midnight sky, she loved the kind of songs which made her cry and she listened to them on repeat while tears ran down her face. She wished for.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dilshan/1298184/ Despite how jagged the odds may seem, of my memory making it past the last sip of your Captain Morgan, or even your first. Despite how unlikely it may be that the events of my heroics may reach home with you, safe and sound. Like my intentions, misplaced and disoriented, how far must I go before I c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dilshan/1298183/ Where are they?…  The girls he read about as a child…The daughters of Eve who lingered in delis and cafes, sipping their finely brewed toxins, burrowing deep into the imaginations of writers whose names resound in empty literature classes where frizzy haired women and gender .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dilshan/1298182/ Shine, like the candlelight, slowly flickering and never really making it through the night.Shine like the candlelight that ripples across her face as she looks and sees but doesn’t realize that the love she gives away so freely can’t be bought back with his lies. Shine in darker pl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Dilshan/1298180/