http://slow.writerscafe.org/shreyas The original writings of author Augustus en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776048275 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Death does not arrive unannounced at hope’s door.Its dark silhouette looms in the distance, long before itslabored steps are audible.Hope is not to be whisked away suddenly and painlessly tothe dark realm.Death doesn’t offer hope a gracious handshake. It permeates her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/2817115/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/2166760/ A pristine shroud of baleful whiteUnveils its most beguiling blightEncased in winter's icy breathA panoramic view of deathA twisted tree as bare as boneTo spite the endless monotoneAnd perched atop its naked boughA scarlet stab against the snowMisplaced in time, or perhaps spaceA humble monument to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/2030655/ I am back! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/1742813/ I wander sheepishly midst these ruins...Each little relic, every shard of every broken mirrorHas its own special place in the trophy cabinet of my long forgotten dreamsEvery once in a while a shard stabs my footReminding me of where I stumbled years agoWith every crimson drop, a lesson learnedS.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/1352384/ Words are too frivolous for some emotions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/1343316/ These crumpled petals linger, dry and frailA brittle souvenir of days long pastTheir rosy perfume lost, the odour staleA memory too afraid to breathe its lastFor it was Spring back then, and butterfliesCould serenade the dew on blades of grassAnd under Helios' watchful eyesNo semblance of a shadow c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/1254005/ If light could waltz with depthPerhaps it could melt your wordsAnd let me drink them inIf light could flow like honeyPerhaps it could drench meIn your torrent of metaphorsIf light could breathe in silent swellsPerhaps I would know the fragranceOf your poetryIf light could crystallize Perhaps I would.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/1244248/ Some wounds are best left unhealedLet them bleed.....Bleed to stay alive!That little trickle of blood is all you've gotto remind you of the distinction between right and wrongYes I know all about the scab that's formingIt stands as much of a chance as a painted hag in a beauty contestIt mocks the me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/1176053/ Does nectar grow less sweet with passing Time?Your unrest causes winds to slow their paceThe beating of your wings in pantomimeNow paints your tale of ephemeral graceIgnoble glutton, laying green to wasteBut hiding dreams behind a devil's faceA treacherous wait, a caterpillar's hasteOne day to be ab.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/1168850/ This one is dedicated to all young and new poets on WC. Please also read the author's note. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/1166358/ Why must the Sun God love the earth in vain?He burns her though his heart is not unkindHis core pulsates in icy waves of painHorizons but exist inside his mindToo often distance mutilates the seedOf nascent love: no sapling can matureA famine of indifference chokes its needA long and silent passing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/1164277/ Some wounds never heal. The darkest memories never fade. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/1163242/ When we pardon, we aren't always noble. When we condemn, we aren't always callous. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/1156652/ When I see rain clouds gather in the distance... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/1151086/ This is what most of us do on Facebook http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/1027261/ She breathes; the roses smileHer lashes flutterI stay entranced; No thoughts,No words to utterShe is; the sky is blueAnd the sun must shineI know that God existsFor she is all mineShe isn't; for a while;And the Earth is bareNaught for me but to chaseShadows through the airShe's everything and more:M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/1011846/ Yes, dreams are made of molten silkFor passions burn though love is softFor pleasures of a tender ilkThe battle horn is held aloftBut why the thirst, the endless quest?The pool of life does not run dryAnd why that pounding in the chestWhen that pool can reflect the sky?In blissful stasis dreams can .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/952592/ The neck of Time is grasped by iron clawsThe seconds choke and gasp in winter's heartThe ice of long dead futures never thawsIt is my lot to court the poisoned dart!Can winter teach a glowing heart to freeze?Can blossoms don a mask of stone and steel?Why dare, with lust, Apollo's raging seas,An iron.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/809663/ A veil of brambles eclipses the sunMy frantic clawing dies in crimson handsThe moon is strangled as cold Night commands.On charred embers of Hope I blindly runA claustrophobic haze: the day is doneThe water has abandoned parching sandsThe withering glory of these tortured landsIn crumbing crystal me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/806995/ The sun's warmth slowly meltsIn Autumn's chillIn pale gold hazy beltsOver the hillThe green leaves swiftly flyTo mother EarthIn golden hearts to spyDreams of rebirthThe songbirds dance a jigOn branches bareSweet memories of a fig,Perhaps a pear!Night wears a perfumed cloakof blossoms whiteAnd gliste.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/805639/ This is my first experience of Snow. This happened in March 2011, in Tokyo, Japan. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/764806/ The crystal chalice filled with liquid DeathBeckons to have a drink: one last embraceOne last adieu to Earth, one final breathThe labors end in silent peace and graceThe lust for life is quelled, and all is painDegeneration and loss, the body failsAt straws of faded Hope Life claws in vainThe candle.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/763186/ Inspired by the beautiful piece of music created by Yanni and performed at the Forbidden City in China. Part of the Album called "Tribute". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/670679/ Sometimes they trickle quietlyAlong my heart's lost alleywaysTo fill into my Longing's PoolThe fragrance of forgotten daysSometimes a dream of perceived lightThey spin for my old yearning's sakeBereft of warmth though shining brightA frozen sunset o'er the lakeDeceitful in their borrowed sheenThe pe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/653823/ The quill is waiting: chronicler of daysThe rain soaked shadows form my deep blue inkInward I glance in my heart’s gleaming hazeTo find the stars on Inspiration’s brink Like Janus spying the Boulevard of TimeAnd ripples in its fabric infiniteSome note.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/622948/ This path I traversed long agoMy footprints leading far awayFaces with smiling tears aglowTo send me walking on my wayThe tree of Time in Autumn paleLike yellow leaves its years shedI bid goodbye to my travailWith thoughts of home within my headAnd now I run with heart ablaze!With every moment passi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/591205/ The days that pass us by we often hailAnd strive to live in perfumed memoriesBut time speeds forth: our calls of no availThe ship of dreams sails far out in the seasThe grass was greener then and fresh the dewThe roses blossomed then, the larks did singNow on dry sand are scattered far and fewThe cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/574669/ Heavens shine above!From the deep and tranquil lakeLet me drink moonlightChild of Resplendence!Reaching through the endless nightLet me touch the sunPinnacles of Might!Nestled in the crowns of earthLet me hear silenceBreakers raging forth!Smiting sand with brine and foamLet me smell the depthParadis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/572853/ The Shangri-La of Western landsA Heaven forged on hither shoreIn sleeping sanctity it standsTo dream of peace for evermoreBy Constance cradled lovinglyBy Alpine breezes softly wooedTo blossom roses blushinglyEternal Romance's preludeA rainbow midst the trees dissolvedAs velvet hues adorn the streets.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/569540/ Please read the Author's Note before reading the poem... :) And yes, THIS IS NOT BASED ON A TRUE STORY!!!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/568092/ Of all that in this world is softAnd dull and slimy as can beNo neck to hold her head aloftBut oozing sluggish vanityShe crawls upon the mossy barkOf some long dead and rotting treeNo perception of light or darkWith protuberant eyes to seeAlong a black dung beetle comesAnd flashes his big ball of du.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/567191/ These were the meadows where I playedThe grass was tall, the grass was greenAnd on the singing breeze it swayedWhen years were chaste and days sereneThis was the earth, I know the smellThe smell which filled me when it rainedAnd yet as far as I can tellThe bond with her has now been strainedHere lie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/566844/ He faces the mirrorButtoning his stoic shirtA grim and gaunt visage of solemnityHe sees a mere vassal of a malicious designStaring back...Doing the Devil's dirty work for him.The scene changes...It is the Death Row now...He stares at the vacant faceSomeone mutters pointless words to GodHe masks the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/564535/ Ye kings and queens of twisted realmsThat rule upon the weakened mindYe fallen crowns and battered helmsAnd scepters of the crooked kind!Inside a furtive muted squeakOutside the pretense of a roarInside a swallow small and meekYet speaking of an eagle's soarYe boast "I am the king of kings"Presuming.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/564220/ There are dreams, there are dark passions and there's cold rationality...Which road should I take? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/564117/ The cry of every infant bornThe purest ray of bright sunshineUpon the bud on its first mornThe melting snow upon the pineAnd all that beauty calls her ownUnder the skies azureAnd all the trees in forests grownAnd all the stars that night has shownAll that was ever pureWhere shall I seek you Soul of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/562915/ There was a black rose in a darker vaseNow listen to its sorrow laden taleIt scorned and cursed the burnished sunlit daysAnd hid behind a dreamer's dreary veilIt cursed its shackles made of leaf and thornAnd water failed its endless thirst to quenchIt courted Night and shunned the hopeful MornAnd tu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/562071/ In poisoned fumes of grief my breath I drawAt my flesh maggots of injustice gnawThus in pain rooted I decay aliveOn scraps of borrowed strength I must surviveA nameless foreboding my numb mind gripsAnd needles of propriety stitch my lipsIn muted agony I cry and bleedAnd on the small red pools the ma.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/561534/ This is about a Poem's life, from its conception to its legacy.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/560184/ This is an older poem of mine...written a few years ago...found it in one of the orkut communities...so thought of posting it here... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/560176/ This is about what goes through the mind of a chicken a few hours before it ends up on your plate.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/559560/ The miles flow byCovering the chasm betweensource and destinationThe arrow of time finds itsmark…..Severing the past from thepresentThe continual rustle ofroutine lifeMerges with the cloudy skyof memoriesDo I live in the present?Or do I walk that .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/559132/ An attempt at a form called the "Cinquain"...It consists of five lines. 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Why must he spend his daysBefriending putrid death and sick disease?Does lack of valor lead him to these waysOr lack .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shreyas/555016/