http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sayandeep The original writings of author sayandeep kundu en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776050671 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Finally I got trappedFor the goodto get betterand  the badto get better.I was the traitorOnce..But now the wheelkeeps rotatingAnd I singBut onlyOnce.. Once the onus fell upon meto change the foolswithin me.I gleefully looked outsideTo see those parasitesCreeping over my logic-bricksAnd emo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/1203541/ What if I throw off my cum And make some dirty s**t swallow it..I am tired of itDo I love a w***e?Do I seek something more?Do I love somebody else?Do I love me anymore?Do I love no more?...Then why these goosebumps..I am tired of it, honeyIt's more than making money, w***e.Do I need you, friend?Don'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/730182/ Everyone is a little childUntil one puts on one's fatherhoodOh! I missed that galWhose shameless silk never had meBored to death. Cause I find life inEndless spell of taxing tedium, oh thisI am pretty used to blabberingIn front of many, especially that darling kidWho's filled me with her pink Salwar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/729534/ Oh! so horrific afternoonMingling with the darknessIt invites. Cordial sun sinks,And springs up the tyrant moonOh! so horrific afternoonWhy have you shriveledTo clusters of stars?The darkness awaits your spring-delightUntil we sleep together-Embracing the strings of night... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/710256/ We act-Act like two alternate voidsAlternative to the shades in contrast.We fade away-Fade away into the sky so vast,Though finally we last-Last forever till we rise,-Rise again..Against the lightOr fallAgainst the darkness....And trust each otherForever.. We are the oneThat splits into usWe ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/705531/ We sleep,Sleep till the midnight bulb glowsAnd suddenly their stark silhouettesOutlined against our optimistic blurFlash before our eyesAnd we wake up... Till we fail to sleep again-On a thin line in between..Till we flail to catch them allOn either side.... And we wake up....  B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/691247/ And as the sun will greet me tomorrow morningThe sparrows chirping, the songbirds tweetingTo the tune of hope and dove-white loveAnd little fears catapulted out into the cold planetsAnd every single creature bears the child of one universeThe mask you wear may not be that diverseAnd the plowman plow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/662547/ I see the ripples in turbid streamsSeething beneath the umbrella-green.Grins my mind in mellow sun-beamLilly beams.My youthful umbrella-green..It's mild tremor in afternoon-hazePaints a skinny shiver of my dazeAs its lousy abdomen boldly conceivesSwirling turbid of dusk and haze.Like dreams passing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/656134/ The first thing that comes to my mindOh! That's something upside downAnd that something is my lovely spouse.Wish she had her curly hair cut downTo the size of her pubic average. And myLicking tongue'd dance with its hungry ptyalin.Anyway! But she dressed up like aLittle fairy. Long gown. Though in m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/645894/ As it seeks the warmth off bright vermilionLittle bud begins to bloom...A transparent curtain dropsAs the starving pupil learns-to read Your vision.And into its tiny world, intrudes Your universeSweetened with luke warm milk,Glossy with lazy silk,Red with Autumn rose,Cozy with granny's prose,Mystic .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/641723/ Beguiling despair has painted saffron on blue tinted royaltyAnd the red weeps at the smiling toddlersRunning across the busy street,Oh! the wicked cabthat swallows the young bud..and reflects the old stud who shines....And the kids-falter with a raving gentle thud...Sister cries while Mrs. whinesAnd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/641722/ I could not stand the undue rainsI could not stand the naked valesI could not stand the tyrant cloudsAs I can not stand my silver stains.... I saw the smile rising in her eyesAs the lousy night sets in her lies,And the dawn peeps through my starving pupilAs the crystal night spilled off her cri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/639772/ Words eclipsed by the tumult of thoughts..Beauty eclipsed by the smeared glasses..Off its shadowy halo-Purple whispers the butterfly-songsAs the feigned innocence is about to rot....Let not the smile seethe beneathAs my squirming torso frets on the cot.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/637154/ Center of divine... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/623065/ Wading through the waves of your seething thoughtsWaving back to receding woes of all sortsHigh atop the hills awaits my weeping conscienceDeep beneath the seas...one dissipating resistance.. Beyond these incessant rains..It's the same old living hell.Eyes of lies vie for something to tell....O.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/602996/ I know not what to doI know not what to proveAll I know is unknown to meAnd perhaps to all,Whom they don't know at all..Like all my unknown dreamsThey quiver like that umpteenth grayWhile their neighbors scorn like shimmery scarlet.... Would you help me find..."Who are they?"Or,"Who am I?" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/594600/ gibberish http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/594573/ Ashes and brown, your swirling purple gownVelvet dreams of scarlet screamsSavoring cigarette w****s and chocolate loversFretting on one floorThoughts sail ashoreQuivering red beneath violent violet streams...Love birds and hate scarecrowGray avenue of lustFrail fantasies of your warmth on bereaved s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/584085/ Scarlet stains sway aboveUp in the sky, where birds flyTo wave a bard back home.Flowers bloom, amidst green womb-His rejuvenated youth...Shines a pearl in eyesIts color creeps in her lies-Male order, malodor...Rummaging about this lifeWhere's peace-disillusioned love?Cryptic thoughts galoreTeeming i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/576734/ Off its shadowy silhouetteStarkly outlined against crimsonFlailing to reach out to sublime grayPops up tiny indigoMingling pink, spread over burnt brown toast of yesterday morning.Its stench green of rotten fungiPale with yawning yellow, weeping purple.Stains of silver on shimmery scar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/572473/ Drops of straw liquor, tinged purpleDripped into the void of mystic marvelsAn endless voyage with seething turbulence beneathSoul- the sailor sails ashore while aching limbs recede.Immersed deep into a whirling abyssReminiscent of silky vortex of milky delusionsSmothered by creamy layers of immacula.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/571314/ Let my thoughts gaze at my humble refuge-Warm as her tender embrace in my dreams.From far off the seas of sublime rage,I color this world, while my logic beams.Like harsh zephyr of her sly mysteries,Senses recall the shackles of instinct.Like the paradox of life-reveries,Her cries tickle one old lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/570790/ Royal yellow furs flaunting gallant stripes in black,-One proud spirit galloping long oblongs.Quivering whiskers snarl at preys rushing backIts glowing might prevails in old jungle songs.Beauty of the beast in one hostile vanity-Chasing preys trembling in lethal fears.Victorious in a battle of supre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/565321/ The confluence of all conflicts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/563734/ Angst or what? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/562778/ Poems            SavoringUnadulterated OdorReminiscing     UmpteenthExcellence-      Love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/562703/ Phantasmagorical self.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/561981/ Hey creep!Unveil the face of ferocity..Uncork this wine of desire..Sail through the streams of fear,..And then you scream-Until you feel,-You're lost within this mist..And you cry,As you try..To turn 'round n join the feast..A feast of flesh n the twist of thoughts,Torment these waves,engulf the "Da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/561948/ Same old self- angst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/561667/ Two sides of sorrow to savor a sane,One side is open to step on to fame.There ain't a posture to live up n gain,And we can't open to erase our pain.'Cause we know we live and we fail to pray for the tumbled thoughts n grace,'Cause we know we leave and we fall a prey to a grief of gift of gaze! Two r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/561579/ Left with a stick to hold in his hand..The old man frets on the floor..Struggling to see through the window..It's a chamber of dreamwith its fright becoming a delight..A delight-of weeping vengeanceA delight-of illusive fragrance.And,the old man-Ready to taste this straw wine...Ready to find the way.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/561575/ A silent stroll through the streets of lust...The barking hounds pounce on a corpse...A shower of desire sweeps this dirt..And I wander around to find a desert..These withered leaves leave a spot..Wide open to this adamant pause..A pause to an endless motion..A pause to the crawls of delight..My sha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/561501/ Mystic cobweb,Purple blossoms,Dew beads on tender grass-lets,One picturesque fountain,Twinkling of merry stars in one dark firmament,Scintillating moon-lit streams-reflecting dreamsof nascent thoughts, subdued emotions.One mother nature, blissfully adornedto bestow on her beholder-the blessings of m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/561478/ Sordid    SalvationWeaving CobwebOf          RedRevolts   EspousingDreadful AskanceSlaying   Men. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/561176/ Penchant for poemslike one dream, healing my woundsIt is big conceit. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/560990/ In a quest of my "self". http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/560960/ One battle of one bereaved husband..but when he finds his little daughter in happy spirits, it seems no longer a battle... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/560457/ Page-Rage.Others-Savage.Thoughts-Idiotic.Triumphant-Uncertainty.Tears-Enigmatic. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/560453/ One surreal portrayal of my anti-self...a venture to depict a universe manifesting...something opposed to my self believing in the confluence of all possible conflicts, an ode to salvation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/560157/ Dream and dreadful dead companions galore all around him..who's he? where's he? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/560155/ Ugly desires tormenting logic, proportions with instincts taking a toll on my constructive intellect straying as one big fugitive thought eluding me.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/560054/ A tale of a trailing leader. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/560042/ An abject state of democracy...humanity at stake http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/560033/ Policebeating men,malicekilling peace,-Haven.Rulerssavoring sleep,otherslost deep,-Ignorance.Man,-Creep. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/559667/ One sweet tune in tranquility is tender enough to remind one of one's sweet old memory..:) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/559564/ Stray kidsplay on the dirty laneto escape father's cane. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/559541/ Being an impulsive idiot myself and absolutely detesting that one mushy prick in me I see a crew of sentimental fools all around like me bearing the same old mushy prick.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/559208/ The primeval battle(implicit) of symbolic "black", "white" and "gray".. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/559136/ It's the real time to start something newThe cat's outta closet,We're left with things so few.For oft, words dictate and trigger one conceitEnvisaging one dream..What if one begins to paintBefore he dares write in His realm?Crackling thoughts and crumbs of passion-pudding,Sticking to His cheek and H.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sayandeep/559134/