http://slow.writerscafe.org/deepshikha17 The original writings of author Deepshikha De en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776034008 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Story of a soul: Fragments of coloured pieces                                           .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepshikha17/1460697/ a silly poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepshikha17/1457741/ Heart BreakShe was disillusioned; this was her third heart break. Her heart had been broken into fragments. She lay in a pool of tears. She realized, she had had enough, she did not want to let the cupid bite her again. She lay heartbroken, she did not want her sanity reduced to a level where the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepshikha17/1455276/  SIMPLICITY Constricted by a society, where there are rules to be followed.A woman committed suicide, because of the sleeping pills she swallowed.Born into a simple village , she was sold to  a wealthy  man.She wasn’t used to the luxuries of an ac , in the village s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepshikha17/1454132/ Some of the atrocities happening all over the world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepshikha17/1452497/ Guys...Schizophrenia is a psychiatric disease that is very common in today's age. This poem is just an endeavour to make people more aware of this disease. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepshikha17/1451783/ The princess's taleShe lay shattered, disillusioned, on the floorAs her lover walked out of the door.There were tears , she let them flowWere they happy or sad? She did not know.Was she relieved to be free of possession,Or whether her love was a mere obsession.She was a princess who ru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepshikha17/1451286/ The end of innocence.  Crying, wailing, covered in red.Was born a baby with a tiny headSuch innocence is hardly found,Only present in babies crying out loud.Her dad was rich, an investment broker,To a fancy school along with fancy friendsWas where he took her.She grew up .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepshikha17/1450726/ She stood on the terrace, looking at the view beneath.  On the road below, many cars passed and their headlights seemed like blurs of traffic. Soon the signal turned red, and all the cars halted. She could see the traffic police in white attire, giving a signal to the  cars on the opposite.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepshikha17/1447491/ life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deepshikha17/1446345/