http://slow.writerscafe.org/abhas The original writings of author abhas en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006300 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Waking up to cloud risingOutside the window, circling two storey high,Alarm bells and their cacophonies all around,The best they can to awake, astound, Slipping on the surface or dying inside,Waking is a dream,When you’re awake at night, A few coin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/1416489/ “Hard to live in a worldThat measures time by clocks”, she said. The angst of Sub Saharan crisis of food,A doll on the streets of Moldova,Trampled on and over again,Akin to im juli … played in Spain, Whims swim in the Beagle Channel,Sobriety is by far vestigial,Seve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/1391884/ As I lay my headOn this carcass of mahogany,Amidst dimly lit stars,Make a wish,That I’d never be found, Life hovering around the apostrophes,The sound of cracks growing on your smile,Pictures, emptiness, inbreeding of nostalgia,Paper cups, lead wires and gramophones,Trade winds caressing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/1379567/ "They were not meant to see and they did and they didn't understand... for when they will know every March is a race, they will catch up to my pace" - V.T. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/1328496/ and whatever i speak.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/1009014/ a bit of smoking may be... it's not advisable however... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/982392/ If you reflect at the coincidencesWe made through,To make me drown,To reach for you, There is no answer,Of what it could have been;Or I blindfolded Touching your skin, What I craved for Never meant to be true,What I craved forSomehow .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/967880/ Escape is all that is takes,A day off from your costume party,To your birthday or may be a friend’s,That matters no more, The price of attachment,Comes with cleaning the rustThat scars freedom, Bewildered in thy presence Scathed in virtues that bind,I breathe, swimming in the wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/963218/ Walking onthe streets so full,Peopleseemingly busy,All seekingwhere to go,Staringendlessly...              I could denythe fact thatI did end,They wouldn’tknow about it,So I decidet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/885808/ As I sighed over the dusty photographs,Of the storm that passed,You called love, The headphone was singing songs of yearning,Our clothes still wet From that day,For the misty breeze from the bay didn’t let it dry,And words dried up, the music retained,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/874860/ A princessborn in this world,Cheerfuland full of glee,Dollsand puppets encompassed her,A rainbowof life it was... Startingto grow up in haste,She told,“Dolls are not for me”,Dreamedof a prince who would come someday,Foreverwith her h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/862310/ someone wishes he was less of a stranger... may be better... and free... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/854679/ i am Reason... Choices encompass me... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/845903/ Whisperingkisses, sparkling tears,Theradiance of your eyes,Keyson the floor, where we met before,Thebliss of beautiful lies, Thefragrance flowsForma sullen rose,Andwhom does it dignify,Thebreeze, it shall show,Smileat the things you know.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/832934/ the one man who is always eager to know the time right now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/831398/ Angels, darkness everywhereOuter space, now dreams are scarceBeat you to the start!There’s an open grave in the backyard, Hello princess I have a beer,I can’t talk, don’t really care,I have lived another yearTroubled innocence slow... I sear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/817267/ description is unnecessary for a piece of my heart... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/815653/ it is a bit long and meter, rhyme and elemental tools like grammar we're not followed... what is left of it are words... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/814187/ AloneLying on the floor,At the edge of eternity,Someone calls my name, I let it ooze out today,Never tried to resist,Cheeks pale, lips have turned blue,Didn’t want to hurt you anymore, I suffer from faustian pain,In a pool of co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/811233/ hallucinating life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/807927/ time fragmented love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/806266/ "all bad poetry springs from genuine feeling" - Oscar Wilde. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/794489/ when the question becomes to be or not to be... you kind of like walking on the knife's edge... because either way your going to fall hard... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/793074/ somethings in life are so personal, it is hard to explain them... may be its even hard for oneself to understand them... or even express them just for your sake... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/790504/ Close not yetLose and try to letThe beginning of the sunsetThe dark is far from true, ButterfliesBut are fliesSo let the f***Fill you lie and make it life, Know the nowFind far away and how...Emptiness overcame I tried and filled it u.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/783995/ what shall it profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his own soul... MARK 8:36 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/778771/ some anger needs to be replenished after a while... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/774181/ just go with the flow... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/770881/ we are willing to suffer... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/767880/ This feeling of something trying to cry out... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/767611/ weird as it is... the willingness to grow and forget... strives for itself in the end... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/762693/ somehow, someway... that spark, that hope... all the misread and overfed beliefs that are slowing fading away gives no more happiness than it did when there were many... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/761730/ well... it is a process of evolution... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/761729/ the last para is a piece in Bengali... my mother tongue... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/733312/ no .. there is no such word in the English language... hopefully... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/726327/ Night Woman 3 ... the third part of Night woman poem series... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/721262/ Sothis is what I’ve come to be,Silverthorns and rugged dreams,You’vetaken more than I can give,Reasontorn to make believe, Thecup of bland bloody tea at a generous morning,Theoccasional smokeLeavesa bad taste inThedistance that sep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/715675/ The early morning wake up call,Led into the sun,Burnt and bruised I fall,To take it down to the place where I began, And this fear crawls underneath the skin,Defending all the wrong reasons,Sedating thoughts of sin,In colours wild and in changing seasons,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/715671/ Rustyold afternoon,Sunseemed to sigh,At thebeggars who were busy singing,For lionheads, just another try, Somewherein between,darkclouds took the stage,sceneslike pre �"apocalypse,lispinglullabies giving way to a darker night,&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/699820/ why does it happen... that both of us meet... when we dont have any time left for each other... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/693980/ time passes by... you change... wish there was a mirror to show your soul at every step of life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/692669/ Born indefeats,I refuse towhat I agree,Duality inall,Ties perfectionand little lies, It glitters,rented from desire,Wasn’t aboutthe element,Especially notabout the fire,Undone deedsand flowery decadent, Whispers afloat,O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/688787/ Jumped off acliff,To the azureocean beneath,Cut thewater to the floor,All in all aperfect score, Bed of sand,weeds sway in symphony,Colouredpebbles smothered in moss,Oystershells and floating algae,That somysteriously felt free, A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/685406/ I’m the evil, That hurls flaming spotlights,That showsyour smile,For yourscars are not in their style, Why do yousmell of fear and pain?To showerthem in disdainYou can’teven walk now, you just slide,I know theshrinking feeling ins.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/685399/ It was an unusualrain,Stormy gustsand cold drops on shoulders,Last day allof us were wearing,The gearthat we loved so much, Eyes red,bulged, teary,He said theHeavens should cry,What I sawwas a little kid,He wasright... the heavens did... &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/682149/ There’s onlyone window in my room,It breathesthrough all the seasons,The ghost offuture unravels itself,At everychange of the light,                And I see,Cemented wallsand asbes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/682145/ It was her,That I gazedupon,In aill-purple saree,Neatly fitto perfection, Locks swayedby the occasional breeze,In a goldendash of sunlight did I let her freeze,A pot ofclay tugged along,To the rivernearby flowing strong, And therewas .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/681330/ In the lightof the moon,A smoke inmy hand,Dark figuressway in tune,Play inbliss in their land, The flow ofthoughts bombards my nerves,Which areready to blow town,Takes awaymore than it serves,Nothing couldsew the threads of my sacrificial gown.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/678519/ I’m chasingafter fallen leaves,In a dreamso vivid,That I shouldn’tread my destination,Through birthand truth, Except forsins, all love is denied,Except forme, all lies I’ve tried,Walking awayto my wit’s end,On astraight.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/678027/ Right abouttoday, I lost my way,The things IsayHave goneastray,I linger inthoughts of where I was,Chosen sleuthfor a wrong cause, As I slidethrough time, for plays of crime,Past’smalicious grin,Straight outof a comic scene,2.7 cm wid.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/abhas/676732/