http://slow.writerscafe.org/nishantshah2381 The original writings of author nishantshah2381 en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021561 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I set out alone in these open skies,where I flutter my wings fearlesslyand in the glory of the sun,I reach the peaks only to see the twilightfrom the other side of horizon.With surrender the only grace,I try to stay afloat in the mystic air,and gaze the colours unbounded by time,un.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/2173597/ Search of ones Existence I have just started writing my thoughts after a long gap of almost 4 years. please leave your critques http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/1810854/  Days seems to be short enough,for my words to grave on this slate,still I ink my quill everydayto cherish my grey days.I hear the silence of midnights,and by dawn the mellow whispers of cuckoo.Every night I thread to reach HIS voicein vain, still I am enthralled by HIS divinity.Only wish now I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/940236/ This is about hallucination and personal experiences combined http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/927309/ Today,I knocked the doors of Divinity,some rushes of blood ,and some good old faith.I still see the halo,whispering my soul.Bewitched,strolling the distancesand reaching fathomless sea,to grave the rues of pastand cherishrhapsodic tale of time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/924963/ This is an experimental write from my pen. so please feel free to comment and critque http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/906089/  Abridging myriad distances,she reached the distant shores,where only waves echoed,and in unison she babbledlullaby of her callow soul. Then gazing the horizons,and the fathomless sea,she was becharmedby her own reflectionand snared in her questrouged the deserted islandin hues o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/905822/ Dreadedskies.Turbulentrivulets.Deep silence.Long journey.Charredsouls.Andceasing breathes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/905821/ Underneath these silent nights,I recline amidst barren barns,where I only hear the bewildernessand contorted whims of my frailing mind. Even the earth now feels my gelid feetand crescent moon mocking at my lunacy,now I am not starved for agony,nor my parched eyes believe in divinity. I kno.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/905817/ Silken words,etched on my slate,once were the randomramblings of my mind,And now,when I wait for the autumn,reminiscing my seared soul,I strive to etch my modest slate,before my ashes smolders in time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/905816/ As this night starts crawling by,I hear the grim silence dawning every hour,even the apparitions of time,are waiting at the horizons,to veil the tomb of mortality. And here,in this morbid timeI am stranded alone, on this gossamer warp,embracing the obscurity.I wait for midgets,with glistened ho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/905815/ There he waited beneath the skies,leaving myriads of silhouttes behind,smouldering the memoirs of past,to built the sand castles of his life.Even the moist sand is by his side,with small grains he is embellishing life,where  he could repose by every night,witnessing stars shimmering in the skie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/814820/ Avoid Typos http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/814705/ Paradox- Existence  Strollingthe distant treacherous lands,insearch of midnight sea and tranquility,Ireached the blighted realm of mankind,whereeach crevices of revered earth,had anelegy of about their rueful life.      .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/813564/ Trampling the hood, under her feet, Everyday, she enters hermit for sanity chanting runes from the holy writ, She veils her fragile mind with divinity. With morning drop of gelid dew, etches her battle with anarchy of mind, And when dust settles in the air, She rep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/812526/ AbyssEvery hour, amidst distant lands, darkness descends on frail terrains of blasphemy.while revered echelons commences march for sanctity,vehement winds intrigues their grit unceasingly.Even the ordained edifices standing tall, on the crevices of parched land,willsoon be amassed by the p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/805192/ My apologies for posting this write. It is in my national language "hindi" This write is a dedication for my father and ancestors. Have appended the translation of this along with the write . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/762233/ Every autumn, when I gazed from the window sil,I witnesed the amber leaves brooding the revered earth.And there this birch,with its ramifications stranded alone, awaiting for yet another season of spring.Even, I left her on the last cross road,and with words of anguish we pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/761266/ In my backyard,When we were teens,we build the sand castles of life.till the time we witnessed the horizons of sea.I still remember,Whenever I gazed your hazel eyes,I found a glint like a star in shimmering skies.And every time I whispered somethingI remember your quiet smile.Then,Once we tried .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/720411/ Beneath the eyes of the pagan lords,Universe reposes with a dubious mind.Fawns cringes the labyrinths of dark,and sycophancy reigns the twilight,With every existence, an incisive mind is bornconceiving the froth of his earlier fugitive pace.Some tries to purge their minds with time,While some di.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/719901/ Gazing the parched landand then the hallowed skies,With each hour,I yearn to twine my gnarled fate ,Even the crevices of this bleak landnow,laments for the new bracing lifeStealthily,I had jaunted the foothills of every shrine,and acceded to the demigods of frantic mankind.Imploring for the sour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/719898/ Travailing under the dark skies,she strolled through her realm.with poise and the labyrinth mind,Inhibiting the fathoms of night,the silent steps galled her fate.but still, she hounded the eternal landtrailing the laments of apeand the fading cricket’s grime.There, amidst the pensive.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/719896/ Engraving some words on the warp, I know ,the ink will soon precipitate in time.Still, I continue my journey through these wordsand cherish the bliss from every drop I embellishAh ! bliss I yearn ,When I purge my modest slate and carve my destiny everyday. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/719894/ For years,following the shadowson bleak terrain,I was stranded alonewith my delusionsand some piranhas in my mind. I heard thee,babbling some wordsbelying my might.Even the plebeians,were righteously deniedthe breathes of liberated life. But,now in my autumns,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/719893/ Penned on Februrary 22 2011 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716559/ Penned March 5 2011 I have used some lines from Nancy Sinaara's song " These boots are for walking" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716531/ Penned on April 22 2011 I am at present working on some philosophical subjects and this is one of them http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716237/ Penned on April 22 2011 My Recent way of expression http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716236/ Penned on Mqrch 29 2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716233/ Penned on February 20 2009 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716230/ Penned on December 26 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716228/ Penned on December 17 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716226/ Penned on December 15 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716225/ Penned on November 1 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716222/ Penned on November 1 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716221/ Penned on August 20 2008 the theme based on early 1920 when the british colonies dominated the eastern and nothern african nations http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716141/ Penned on August 13 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716139/ Penned on July 17 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716134/ Penned on July 16 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716132/ Penned on June 7 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716125/ Penned on June 7 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716124/ Penned on June 7 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716123/ Penned on July 16 2008 its small ode to Indian "Sam bahadur" Field MArshall Sam Maneckshaw http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716122/ Penned on July 16 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716121/ Penned on May 9 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716117/ Penned on June 7 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716116/ Penned on May 9 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716114/ Penned on June 7 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716113/ Penned on Jun 7 2008 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716112/ Penned on April 27 2008 Seven grains: Compassion Always respect time Truthful to ones own soul Helping everyone around you Abstaining youself from jealousy Handwork for keeping pace with destiny http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/nishantshah2381/716063/