http://slow.writerscafe.org/Abilash The original writings of author Abilash Uttama en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775990509 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 How anxious you were; To cling love, old. Now I feel you beat silently; Like a stone, dead cold. IT was a play perhaps, Fate so perfectly played. So to me Peace over love Seemed a fair trade. Feelings were restrained; Emotions were slayed. And to keep these things as such A promise was made. But.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abilash/1604315/ Pilish is a style of writing in which the lengths of consecutive words match the digits of the number π( pi). http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abilash/1540577/ Alliteration http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abilash/1529927/ Written for The Blue Rose Cafe ~ CHAUCERIAN RONDEL contest. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abilash/1504865/ You adoredher I know,I know itall.I told youto let her go,But youheaded for the inevitable fall. I know howmuch you sufferedAnd howmuch you liked it.Many atimes you were stabbed. Many a timeyou were healed.By the sameperson again and again.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abilash/1499517/ I can’tretrieve the memory of birds singing songI guessthis autumn lasted a little too longFlower bearingtrees were a thing of pastAnd soontheir memories were also lostAutumn isgloomy, this is what they sayBut I havea strange liking for itAnd I perceive.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abilash/1491416/ I'm in lovewith moonI adore itBut why wouldit care?It just smilesand I'mOverwhelmedwith joy Bright,beautiful, splendidAndmagnificent it is.And to touchit I craveBut why wouldit care?It just smilesand I'mOverwhelmedwith joy&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abilash/1473051/ For thy bliss, o lovely miss! Thou art so cute my heart persists Thy charisma so hard to resistThy angelic eyes heavenly litThy Lovely voice sounds so sweet But what I really adore is thy soul For what's there in comely beauty which fades away as time flees I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abilash/1463622/ Listen! O bird, thou hapless fellow;Gloomy for thy broken wings.Thou art staring at the sky;The sky that once used to be thine.Thou may hath broken wings but not will,These broken wings canst hold thee still.'Tis a nightmare, thy weakness,Which breaks away with slumber.And then Thou will wake to f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abilash/1463618/ I can’t remember when its seed was sown Sometimes I think this tree grew by its own Once, its fruits were the reason of my glee But now I think they are not enough for me Maybe my needs and desires have grown Or maybe its productivity has depleted For resurrection of hope and exuberance I w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abilash/1463614/ Once it was a tree full of zest Leaves laden all over its chest Enjoyed the gaze of sun in glade Days passed by and charm began to fade Crawled towards frailty as autumn begins to chase It turned languid just in matter of days Neither delight stays forever nor does grie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Abilash/1411522/