http://slow.writerscafe.org/manuvuv The original writings of author Broken.buddy en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775934287 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Unmati's hands: soap-cracked, skin crumpled, always moving, either holding mop or her diaryher bag: diary (english), paan wrapped in newspaper, phone with cracked screenmorning ritual: arrive 8am sharp, nod to watchman, unlock supply closet, clean the rooms, write in diaryconversation starters: weat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/2955066/ She must have been eleven, maybe twelve.Dust on her cheeks-not the kind you wipe offthe kind that settles with time.Standing behind the counterevery day, same place,as if she were carved from the steamthat rises from the kettleand never found a reason to leave.Her fingersknew the kettle,stained with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/2949886/ I heard it first in the mountainssomeone's voice calling across the valleynot to me, but to the emptinessand the emptiness called backchanged, older, like it had traveled through timeStanding there, I realized I was hearingsomething that wasn't meant for mebut found me anywaythe way most important t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/2949804/ Two souls in a dark roomare assigned seats beside each otherA man and a womanwho do not speakwho do not touchThey are here to learnInstructions for becoming somebodyThe light dimsquieting the whims,the movie beginschildren playing, before they learnwhat boys should be, what girls must becomeThe inst.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/2949262/ Adbhuta - WonderI keep waiting for the momentfor the day I will be able to hold the waves from the sea and never let them go backto find a moment when I will finally feel adequate enoughto come and talk with you Hasya - Laughterbut you smile at someone else's jokeand I wonder if I have ever mad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/2948922/ I remember having thoughts at sevena gentle voice soft as morning lightquestions floating through my mindthis riddling friend I came to findwhat blooms forever but never bloomsthe riddler asked within my mindI pondered deep but found no wordsthis puzzle left me searching blindthrough summer storms a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/2948903/ In the realm of night, my solace I find,No longing for daylight, I leave behind.Its clamor and noise, a chaotic grind,Too many souls, their burdens unkind.Simplicity beckons, my heart's true quest,Seeking pure joys, where contentment rests.In souls unadorned, I feel truly blessed,Conversations hones.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/2851980/ In the mist, where whispers drift,Cigarette trails begin to lift.Nature bows, a humble stage,Where insignificance finds its place.Engulfing realms of vast expanse,Invisible threads of cosmic dance.Through veils of fog, my eyes explore,Seeking truths unseen before.Alone, I stand, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/2851068/ Wrote this for an anonymous girl I met online. Its her Story with my words. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/2851066/ For the girl who left me in the middle of journey making me depressed forever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/2013169/ Written on the request of Sam Zaman http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/1815353/ The Question:When I am grey and old,Will you care?The line's around my eye's,Withered lips,Sagging skin,Bingo wings,Walking sticks and zimmer frames,Falling when standing upForgetting life past and present,Not knowing anything at all,When I grow old,There is just one way to,That way is ......... Dis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/1387255/ Little blue eyesare searching for a soulThere is a bit of sadnessbut they do not show it allThe torment in the heartis playing a hopeful songwishing it be a partand be there all alongThe eyes play the song againwishing the thorns be loveThe mind wonders off and on againof when, where and howShe ties.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/1385197/ Wrote this for a special girl. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/1379602/ One of the poem written by a girl i know, posting with her permission http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/1365749/ had to write something after reading the following message from one of my friend which goes like this: Somethings cannot be explained : A baby smiling at a stranger a bird singing in the winter http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/1365249/ I got this idea when the petals of a rose flower which grew on a plant in my house fell to the ground ,when I touched it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/561068/ Invisible feelingWhen I move with the winds,and fly with the birds,When I flutter with the leaves,and mix with their colours,An invisible feeling moves in front of me.When my eyes search for a few flowers,and for the stars in heavens high bowers,When I sit and stare into empty space,and my h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/561066/ All those nights, when I don't get sleep http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/561065/ A poem on an entity of me called as "Happiness" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/561064/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/561057/ one more rejected love... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/561045/ This poem is about my best friend, who is enjoying her life in heaven right now. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/561044/ Its my real view of god, I believe every human is god ,but some people don't realise it and do all sorts of stupid things... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/561042/ I saw a caged bird in my friend’s house, which forgot to fly. Even when we left it outside of the cage , it used to jump to move… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/561040/ This is about a schoolgirl, whom I see daily in the morning while coming to work http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/manuvuv/561013/