http://slow.writerscafe.org/Vivek%20Koshy The original writings of author Vivek Koshy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995679 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dreadful stench of the widow - The fire that consumes -Breathes the confusion of the gods.Another half given away to slumberAnd, the long shadow of past;Is followed for the better.Yesterday; the dreams were better,Broken doors open; lovers apart.The open mind dissolves.The sun remained the bigg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vivek-Koshy/772831/ personal outing within my room, just before a storm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vivek-Koshy/598057/ on meeting a very old foe officially http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vivek-Koshy/598055/ The dream has been blown off.To dare to come off,You open the loose ready to strangle;When the paroxysm of emotions;Strange ones,Pull you back.I fear death.Leads painfully;lonely and scary.Rich here;What there?The lonely pause makes me stop.The sequence of growing,Has been convulsive;Too fast.Never .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vivek-Koshy/592083/ I escaped, ran off.A year has passed again.Numerous days, lost;Now a hope?Hungered, got food;Naked, shelter.I stand alone,Sky above, ground beneath.I call gods,Help rains.Yet, i am stabbed.Skies high, ground deep;Murky waters all around. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vivek-Koshy/592082/ This poem was written on revisiting the river Pampa. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vivek-Koshy/592081/ I cried.It started to rain;peoples mood, jumpedto soar.The seven colors;threw the disappearing madness.The soil is wet and still.The mind high.Yet, i look at my tears. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vivek-Koshy/580505/ Disastrous.A peep for the culprit,still a lot to hide.Search, forced to.The yard is empty,the liar clever.Footsteps of the captain;find him!The duty of command,propels.He is never found;he could never be.He lives in me. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vivek-Koshy/580504/ A noise stirs the motion.The needed winds are a scare.The shattered bulb;a light lost in the dust.I look to myself,prove my way to the exit.Furnitures hit, thendreams collide.The door is nowhere near. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vivek-Koshy/580503/ Meet to forget.To be done with,the pride;which belonged ago.You wont bow;but die with, not a dogto view.Barks the loudest crow.Look the silent grave stands.A moment ago, the raven stayed;stayed, for the third knock.Love the womb,shouldnt we?The pain, the cat moans;its vast pains,to well know the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vivek-Koshy/572357/  Sleep calls back,an eye agrees;the summers relief pours,the music; play on.A dream awaits,my slumber;and the wake mind,fears tomorrow.Slowly rise-touch it with your shadows.Serene.Life is not what it seems,the mind believes;youth plays games,the dreams; go on.My forerunners hopes long .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vivek-Koshy/572355/ I am not deadYet,My inferences doubt my existence.Things seen, forgotten tomorrow;Would my hands move,Would i see,Hate the meaningless reasonsBehind the curtains.Brown days, boils in hand;The sword of the dawn,Lives in all of us.Hard, gusted;Rotten flesh in the rains to see tomorrow.Yes, it is summe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vivek-Koshy/559562/