http://slow.writerscafe.org/hardeepsabharwal The original writings of author hardeep sabharwal en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775996249 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 wheelIt is not possible to return,For a river to To the point of ascension,For dawning sunTo return in the morning again,For a giant treeTo become a plant again, In the cycle of time Though to say River water becomes cloud againFalls in the form of rainAt the point of its o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/2034233/ The Dream cultivatorThe other day I just taste them on my tongue,Just chew and swallow,They entered in my stomach, And like many others things, these can be digested, The voices all through my veins, In the pressure of my blood, Overshadowed my cerebral But someday I sow them i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1863733/ BIRTHPLACEIn fourth grade, I came to know,That Red-Fort is a monument and,Tricolour is a symbol of democracy,And next day, all my class fellow out caste me, The answer I wrote in my notebook went wrong,I just felt a slap on my face during national anthem for standing differently, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1863731/ HAPPINESSI have read biology but forget the name of that bryophyte, Which a day I tried to find near the railway lines, And I looked at night sky through Hubble's telescope with cataract in eyes, There is a star of happiness, an old lady once told me, But I always looked suspiciously at .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1863730/ UndoneTo begin does not mean, That things will come to an end, And half done things are like unrecognizable companions, As in vacuum words are left unheard, Every house has some hearts and in hearts A few things are kept in cages, Sometimes cages and homes became synonymous,The se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1851637/ ScanningAt half past seven You scanned my brain, And wondered, No ideology!No ideology means no existence,It was just like, Opening the buttons of a shirt, To make a body nude, And measure its smoothness and coarseness, How much attractive a body is! How much repulsive a bod.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1851634/ An Indian Dream When everything is going to end, I will not collect the remains, Instead I will go to place where once my father took me, My friend told that my memories are like wonderland,And Alice can be the name of a boy, During fever i don't want to taste medicine,And you know b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1851633/ BathroomHomes are inhabited in houses, And in homes, emotions flow, Effortlessly,The innocent giggles resonating in the courtyard,Holding even the vastness of seas, A quest for salvation at the window, buried under the weight of debt overlooking the skies, On rest chair sitting c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1851632/ DEATH OF A DESIRE Once upon a time in India, there lived a Swan Princess with her husband Lion in a big castle. When she came to his house after their marriage, the people from nearby villages came to know Lion’s wife was as beautiful as fairies, as pious as angles and her voice as swe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1832171/ . DAWNIn the end, Only truth survives,Bitter and alone, All the walls of bias ness,Topples, The Sand castles of lies, And you come out, As you are, Under even how many coatings,A number of masks, Truth is not like a painter, Who can colour the sketch of life, With colours.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1830705/ FossilDig me up And you will find Somewhere deep in my bones, Prints of extinct memories of love, Of an era of primitive ages, That might be a species thenThat no longer exists nowadays. In the glen of my breaths,A breeze of yore, Where you can still smell Fragrance of those .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1830703/ Where Are You? Often he sends the pictures of his friends and relatives,With a caption like this, "In Australia", "In Canada", "In Paris", "In UK",And wonders, where are you?Al-beruni once said, "Indian knows nothing about history, and when they are forcefully asked to tell,They start na.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1830702/ अंत अंत में सिर्फ सत्य रह जाता है, कड़वा "र अके™ा "र ढ&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1823330/ In betweenSomewhere between 'Yes' and 'No', There must be lying something,'Yes', which is reflection of goals, Of emerging hopes, Of certainties, With a devotion of love, Filling life with positiveness,And 'No', a symbol of, Rebel, Of disagreed characters rising, With in the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1819077/ FACELESS Faceless are,A few characters,And some stories,Do not tell tales, Just walk on their paths, Silently, From the beginning,Enclosing everything in themselves, These naked stories, Like their faceless characters, Neither hide,Not even show anything, Erupt everyd.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1819076/ Manipulating OthersIs it in human nature? Manipulation is though not a so common word but if you talk to any one, he/she will definitely tell you that once in my life a situation arose and someone ( very near or known) tried to use me taking advantage of my situation, and will tells abo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1793384/ विज्ञापन खींचती है ध्यान बरबस ही,चमक उस सफेद कमी&#23.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1774569/ Composing wordsIs often musical,Like the wavesRippling in a lake when rain drops fall,Soft as the sound of echoes in valleys,Pious as the chanting of bells in a templeDevoted to gods,Emerging as the rays of hope,Creating a movement of dance in every relationship,The melody of life... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1743451/ �"र कितने दूर्योधन हस्तिनापुर में तोकेव�™ एक ध&#2371.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1734469/ मेरे शब्द शब्दो को बुनना अक्सर सं�-ीतमय होता हैझ&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1729995/ इस बार इस बार जब उड़न-तश्तरीया आऐ�-ीं,तो वो हों�-ी.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1728337/ The Swing Some thirty years have passed, just passed year after year in this married life. If everything is measured in terms of success and failure their marriage was a failure. Still, though they remained together, there was little feeling for each other, no real heart attachment. They lived t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1721775/ Do you want to see the truth,Yeah, that was lying on your tablecloth,As a newspaper,On the screen of your LED TV,In your Facebook newsfeed or whatsappmessenger,Like a b*****d fellow,Changing its face as the place changes?You must be a buyer of truth.But how could you knowWhat leg.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1715056/ Half best and half worst There was nothing absolutely good, And nothing entirely bad in my life, That was consisted of ordinary morning and routined evening, Before you came, You told, I was Like a drawing room in a middle class house Never perfect, Just as a skilled home maker .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1713881/ दो कौड़ी की कवितानहीं करवा सकती उतीर्णकिसी नौकर&#236.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1711527/ If you ask meHow many houses I have changed till now,I would not reply.But I can tell youAbout the comforts and discomfortsI felt in each of those houses.About a day of loose motionIn a house with no toilet;Or a cool summer night's story on a rooftop,Counting the stars before a coz.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1701257/ How many more timesWill God be incarnatedTo end the unremitting Satan?Will the Satan of greed in our mindEver leave us,And the cup of every child be full of the milk oflove,And every starving stomach get the bread ofjustice?How many more times will the bullets and bombsWo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1694488/ “WE, THE PEOPLE OF INDIA” (the world),[i]Socialist, Secular and Democratic, who believe inJustice, Liberty, Equality and Fraternity,Are now standing on a great wall of Intolerance,And it is the only man-made thing,That can be seen from space, althoughI know WE have never visi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1678863/ This morning or that,When the sun rises over the horizon,The taste of fish curry and omelet,Cooked by mother's delicious hands,On the breakfast table will tell youThat the routine of Love and Self-RespectRefused to follow the routine of heavenly forces,Unlike the days when I choseSel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1612952/ Aankhe jhankti hai, jigyasavash,wo jo nishchal hai, nirmal hai,manobhavo ki mon swikriti ko deta hai,umeed purantaa ki,,Tute hue kshno ki kshtipurti ka aabhas bhargehraate man ko bharta ha rango seKi sabse satvik man bhi kabhi na kabhi to,talaashta hoga ek tasmik jism,Nhi ye koi part.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1524419/ Two hours ago, when I got some brain fevers , My third desire, peeped through the window, from the city of peace, where it born And told it is much more beautiful place, Than the city of kubla khan, I tried to have a glance, with a glitter in my eyes, my weak hands hold the windows Whe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1513468/ The prime minister cannot die. This wasthe only thought that came to my 8-year-old mind when I heard the news in a stationary shop near my school.I was at the afternoon session for boys (mornings were for girls) at my school, Nagar Nigam Prathmik Bal Vidyalaya. Suresh, a friend of mine, who was.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1501613/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1501611/ If you read yesterday’s newspaper, you must have seen the item about the yogi. No, it wasn’t on the front page as it is not news of national interest; nor is it related to any romantic or sensational Bollywood event. It is not on the second page either, where normally we find the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1495060/ Valentine's day special http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1483471/ Now hours have been passed, Or may be years ago, She told, I don't like, When on the road, Flash of light, from a car or bike, Make my face so blingalicious, Monsters eyes anatomizing the expressions,As if to hold the feelings of soul, Faces are not souls, But souls have faces, A.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1480871/ On the road, my way back to home, Where sun was shedding more angers even, My brisk walk came to halt, When I noticed my sweet sister and her friend,At ice candy vendor, innocent faces, Hands shining with ice candies, My little eye's windows opened at the candy, But my pockets were so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1476663/ Written for MomzillaNC poetry challenge about Plagiarism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1454635/ Belief unshakeable once,Is melting now, rowing down and down,Making me hollow,Opening the layers of realness,Shading out the crust,Showing the vertical and horizontal coloumns,Years, I took it love, I laugh,It is nothing more than laziness of skin,A thought tired than tiredness itsel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1454560/ My previous generations,Wasted all the treasure ofthose words,So whenever I need to revile,my words mute,The raze if I wish to swallow,Trillions of canes of drinks,But in legacy I got only,A few peg's of sanity,Growing my insanity day by day,When eyes watching the cloth ofthe s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1452121/ The past and the future http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1447985/ It is not that,I am here with my own wish,You can fantasize,More innovatory,Try to sniff it,And elaborate that,It is not one dimensional,My eyes are pasted on my heart,Two eyes, two heart,A heart within the heart,And my thoughts are,No man's land. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1445187/ This year, I met a guy,In the same old mirror,Who boasted of becoming,Imago from larva,Showing wings of flight,Same footpaths and same sleepers,Just with a curious new smile,And a vision which took,All the old color patterns,In a new dimension,Like a brush of magic,That can pai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1441876/ When you were leaving for a unique desire,The spirit of my normal wish, droopedUnder the clumsyness of my skin,In an era of whist, when emotions remainCoiled, or like a barren womb,A paralyzed cloud of feeling could notShed love on unsound reason,Yes, I am insipid in my intoxicated nat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1441294/ Nothing lasts, you said, gently tying,The laces of your fashionable jogging shoes, With a glistening in your eyes,That put our love in the morgue,As if love was a race just to win a medal,My mouth was filled with the dust of your words,Like a modern prep student, I nodded,The April sk.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1435451/ The depression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1435001/ I buried all the b*****d Truth,That are banished,Being a cowered, the only idea,That came to my pompous mind,To cultivate this b*****d,The legitimate politics and,Marketing MBA media,,That can sell even,Your sorrows, your tears,Your love, your rapes,Your starving stomachs,Your.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1434471/ Written during my college days http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1433380/ Sometimes thirst itself becomes life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1431752/ Saga, of a weary existence, carry on,With no more agonies or anguish to decipher,Frustrations are less now, moving only,To reach a state of equilibrium,Words are accomplishing journey,Randomly, thoughtlessly, but gently,Ears are aware of every humming,Only spirits are out of spirits,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/hardeepsabharwal/1431355/