http://slow.writerscafe.org/goratisupraja The original writings of author Gorati supraja en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776205133 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 She was a women who sits comfortably beside a door matShe smiles there in silence and looks up to the sky outsideShe sits there to sip her teas and to eat her mealsto sew her clothes and to prep her feelsShe sometimes sleeps there when no one is around, and she sometimes hums her mothers son.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goratisupraja/2885839/ 𝘍𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵&#120.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goratisupraja/2885493/ Solace of the fast paced world Soothing you to get into the cocoonIt’s rigid and it’s huge, with knowledge empowered It’s bright of corporate lights, dark with heath like minds In the rage of this power and in the race of it.,Our miles numbed and our journeys petrified .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goratisupraja/2170268/ A simple dream to live her own existence is what she dreamt! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goratisupraja/2158449/ Now I seek a new sun of great warmth and bright rays! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goratisupraja/2157294/ I have found my star in the lost lands when the sun dried and the moon shied! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goratisupraja/2157291/ She raised her voiceShe pointed her fingerShe bashed the opiniated They said she was wrong, for what they believe the right is that which is formed when majority bark out their thoughts.And now the majority came up, and the "Right" is forbidden by the righteousnessShe yelled at they .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goratisupraja/2059544/ I have run miles in flash.. and seconds in moments My eyelashes flap with counting times To witness the pink flowers flipping n yellow flowers falling. My subtle toes stretching towards the green grass And my playful fingers reaching out the olive corals I’m smelling the orange sunset far in t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goratisupraja/2059543/ I smile with gratitude For the feathered memories For the opened skies Of no dawn and of no painFor the subtle feelsOf healed souls Of cried happiness And smiled tears Times are still yet they flowThanks to the hall of memories for what they grow http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goratisupraja/2035940/ It's not about the uncertainty that creeps in, but about the certainty in the smallest forms is to live like! Not to surpass but to surrender to the Echoes of timesTo bring out a beautiful attenuated voice to please, when the inside roars are trying to make their place From weird moves t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goratisupraja/2015815/ Vo Baras raha hain... har saal ki pehli baarish.Apni Dil beh jaata hain, purani kahaniyon main.. un kisse se jo dil sunna chahta hain har bar jeene ki mehsoos se.Aakhe doondthe hain shaayaron ki manjile..Dekthe kabhi khidki ki taraf.. kabhi dim vale yellow light ki taraf.Yaad hain jo chote.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goratisupraja/1933192/ Perfume fumes...>>The well groomed perfume,spruce and light wears a label of prideJust look at her and be jealous 😬Watch out she is coming, the glass door looks out and instincts There comes a well groomed lady to give of a final touch.'And then the war starts.. the liquid gets .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goratisupraja/1918135/ Those little legs running through the fields In this late evening, she ran along the zephyrThe red ribbon failed from her plaits started swirling with the airHer dark brown dress embraced this air and gave her tickles all aroundThose watered eyes for the search of something She followed th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goratisupraja/1503001/ Take a walk and chase this nature... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goratisupraja/1481580/ Don't rock your heart when it wants to hear the truthNothing is ever hard for you and nothing will beThe dry land thirsts to fill it up to the fullThe whole fish wants to drown to the fullest Never ever a river denies an extra drop to flow with itThe roots are sucking up this mother e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goratisupraja/1478072/ It's not the beat of my heart but my inner talks that are too loudIt's not a pound of my body but my inner soul wanderingI am not dead but I am at far from this worldMy earth is dwindling down in my sightI feel to come out but nowhere is my worldThe chaos of my past are appearing beautif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goratisupraja/1379785/ It's not the beat of my heart but my inner talks that are too loudIt's not a pound of my body but my inner soul wanderingI am not dead but I am at far from this worldMy earth is dwindling down in my sightI feel to come out but nowhere is my worldThe chaos of my past are appearing beautiful.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/goratisupraja/1379783/ A lot have made their life on this earth.After, all those millions of people what's the thing that I'm here? 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