http://slow.writerscafe.org/patilsagar09 The original writings of author Sagar Patil en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021715 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am that poem.No, not the one you chose to forcefully pen downto please mindless critiques who used to get into your mind;(for all men desire a mind… almost all)Nor the one where words get addicted,forcing morphine down morphemes’ throats.I wont call the sun the king of heaven,Nor the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patilsagar09/642188/ Unlike frail false love or that sung for agesLust clings on as one's shadows to the oneIts thousand eyes pursue unchaste imagesLike eager yellow flowers follow one sun.The difference between mirage and lakeIs nature's and thirst's evil mutiny,And much like that between true Love and fake,It does eva.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patilsagar09/570365/ The train of time ever runs and runsEach being's gifted a ride on the trainIt visits stations of days, only onceAnd past stations, shall never come again.In the Train of Time, was born the earth,As our lone homely orb in cosmos spinsEndeavors flourish, and new-time takes birthOn the tracks of L.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patilsagar09/567209/ Air can flow as storms or silent calm breeze Agile as serpents, with or sans hissing Ruffle the lovers' hair or it may uproot trees Beneath which they were kissing Move tunefully through pipes and drums To birth lyrical dulcet music Or ferry a virus - tiniest. but which numbs And makes a hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patilsagar09/566729/ I wish there was a measure of Love,And mine me gauged on it firstFor then my mind will such fervour avow,Such as will make its scales burst.Visit my musings and I shall roam yoursO fair flower, do bless my lonely soulOh! how cruel can love be, how mine endearsBy thy presence, so happy and wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patilsagar09/566726/ When there is water in my eyes,And vacant breaths smell of good byes;Then everything does seem so blurred,Like sight was but a debt incurred.The sun that once had stood aloof,O'er my distressed yet buoyant roof;Now sank beneath the distant ale,And left my house alone in gale.The sun was you and when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patilsagar09/566376/ The maiden green had bathed in divine showers-For scorching heat, a sweet antidote,As I walked along the shore of a river,I saw a boy make a paper boat.Its strange how paper is much like our mind,Folded at will, writ on and signed.From rills to brooks to creeks and then the streamOn drifted the boat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patilsagar09/566374/ [Palindrome Poetry] http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patilsagar09/566367/ Its about Human Mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patilsagar09/566156/ Its short, read it! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patilsagar09/566145/ Ye drooping eye - O! mirror of the night,The inward cradle of unconscious thought,While golden day makes way for silver light,Thy depths are where all wondrous deeds are wrought.My love is but your babe nourished with careTo placid youth marches in my ageing heart.To world my verse - my only.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/patilsagar09/564122/