http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ezhar The original writings of author Ezhar H en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021605 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 This is a story of arobust, independent, bloody brute criminal BHOLUwho comes out of jail after three months and appears in the middle of a dancingprocession at night where some drunkards are dancing madly. Bholu is very dangerous to any body. Newcomers can’t recognize first and often .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezhar/2109498/ A poor farmer Panchananda Das,called as Panchu Da by his knownpeople, lived in a wattle made hut in a hamlet. He had nothing left by hisancestor except a hut, few poultries and a wet land midst of agricultural landsadjacent to the village. He is a born struggler and an optimistic towards his.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezhar/2109497/ Poor is dying,will die.All will accept and do sigh.Pity on graves always lay lie.Along with chances spirits go high.Tomorrow is here and today good bye.Cannon on fire burst the sky.Selfish button needles go ply,so stick at nigh.Heralding tasks present the curd and create a pie.Lofty dagger seals at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezhar/1486204/ When a leopard wants to become a shepherd,Rise of amnesties troll in rampart.When a crow sells its nest to a cuckoo for golden tune,Rise of vain beliefs destruct the immune.Forefathers neither coming to construct the goal.Of every individual to rethink their soul.When an insane tries to conceal sani.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezhar/1469376/ Wecome and go, we start not end, we open can't close.We tell and must, we thinkfor fast, we save not past. We do that love, we live so die,we are not we. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezhar/1316666/ In search of light I abuse the dark.Darkness feels me the hold without the ray.Holdings find me easy out of the way.May, aloneness of dark without the light conceive the mark. In search of daylight I abuse the stars.Days not pursue me to observe the knowledge.Visiona.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezhar/1316657/ Beating soundstarts with an instant lookPopular tunesstrings brain now, certain pause shivering soul hook.Curiosity oilsflame eagerness to notify.Reading eyes enhance boldness high.First dateconfirmation speed up time.World goes tangentially overhead though love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezhar/1311623/ Once I boozed in the rain.While every fatigued in the train.I kick the man belching ahead.He takes another nap as dead.I turn my neck outside the frame.Lights and thunder successes to break the beam.I wonder the dim inside the ghostly dark.No one heard except me and carri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezhar/1311619/ Happy dick happychickLet’s have the funIf nothing toenjoyThen go for therun.B***s-bell P***ytaleAll time any placeMake out a bigsale.Kiss miss love mixTaunt up the heartbeats.Lovely dosesinging noseWrap up the bodyheats.Go, go, go and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezhar/1311618/ Thy eyes wonderlike gazing star.Thy lips unboundto limitless high.Thy face mesmerizewith sheer beauty.Thy hair remindsme to darkening sky.Thy everypossession caring to mine.Thy nature ofsmile utters utmost shine.Thy heart pondersin the Himalayan heap.Thy hug.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezhar/1311617/ Like sex not oftenmoney always.Like not politicscircumcise diplomatic bays.Like reign thepond and ocean.Like gain notadornment altered safety communism.Like vanity-nectarnot sad misogynistic venom.Like drag materialworld magnetize thru buxom alley.Like not antis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezhar/1311615/ O let me kiss yourb***sAnd say good byeto f*****g daysLet be fallen yourhair on my dark skinny faceAnd let come theair and shadow over your buxom breastWhere I lay mysilent head.Let me fall asleepdeep and gaze towards the sky.And let me countthe stars and feel t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezhar/1311613/ Cut thecauliflower and munch.Cut the cucumberat dinner and lunch.Cut the palak andpumpkin to boil.Cut the carrot outof the soil.Cut the goat tomake it roast.Cut the duck to doa party f**k.Cut the ginger tomake it paste.Cut the finger tobring out the waste... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ezhar/1311612/