http://slow.writerscafe.org/Madhusudha The original writings of author Madhusudha en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776092312 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A poem I wrote on the last day of a mandala practice, as a guru dakshina to my guru. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/2887661/ A book with stories of recipes from people. Each chapter a recipe and a story tied to it that bring about some aspect of humanity humaneness.. humor, sadness, nostalgia, fun, happy moments, irony http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/2780638/ What makes someone SOMEONE  to you? Is it someone who is talented, gifted, a genius?Is it someone who is the keeper all the knowledge?Is it someone who is rich in ways unimaginable?Is it someone who is so high up you crane your neck to even catch a glimpse?Is it someone whose blazing intel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/2470327/ Wrote this in response to a prompt - an image of a bird that had lost its beak, feet removed and wings tied up. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/2468278/ Thunderbolts rain downHeaven to parched Earth; Sparks flyFiery Fusion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/2464680/ here are no more than 17 syllables.Haiku is composed of only 3 lines.Typically, every first line of Haiku has 5 syllables, the second line has 7 syllables, and the third has 5 syllables.shooting  Thunderbolts fingers touch to sparkfires  Shooting boltsSky meets Earth sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/2464596/ He looks for her. And finds her.  She stood to the far edge as if hiding from the world.She stands at the far edge as if hiding from the world. Or him.He walks slowly towards her.Sensing his presence, she looks up. “So?”, he said.She turns away. Then looks back at him, bit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1862932/ "A taco truck flipped over on the Hollywood (101) freeway. There were no injuries, although it is unclear what happened to the tacos." http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1862928/   It was 1:00 AM. The weary passengers of IndeAir Flight 101 had had enough. Four full hours of ignoring their pleas. Now, the lady at the desk announced that they would not fly as planned. They would be put on the next flight, at 11:00 am. To add insult to injury,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1862924/ The rain had stopped as suddenly as it had started.I leaned over the window sill of the fifth floor of my Housing Board apartment and breathed in deeply.Mmm… The wet mud smell lingered in the air.The way it had begun with the loud clapping of thunder, the building seemed to sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1862919/ The Secret  I hold it close to my heart, my secretPrecious words, hidden thoughtsThat belong to me and in me alone.My delicious little secret, I hug to myselfwrapping my arms around my chest,My lips pursed tight,My eyes looking down. Repress.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1862916/ He sat inside looking dejectedly at the dark cold white world outside. The snowflakes falling like wispy feathers did not enchant him anymore. Nor did the silent sounds of the night. What had for all these years seemed a calm and serene journey through a magical world had slowly lost its magic.With .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1855024/ What is this thing, this lure?It’s powerful, this ‘Herb’ for sure.It takes you straight to NirvanaMere plant; they call it ‘Marijuana’Also goes by, ‘Cannabis’Man, life with it, is Total Bliss!Give me ‘Pot’ any dayAnd see me change in ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1845569/  The HandkerchiefThe handkerchief stayed. It had been ten days since the owner had gone on his unplanned final journey, leaving it behind. For the first time, it rested, undisturbed, tucked into the pocket of the blue shirt that hung in the closet. One corner strategically placed, had a ‘.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1742680/ Why it it that it's saidAll that tastes good is not good for you.How could mother nature have been so wrongIn designing my tongue which for such food does so longAs i unsuccesffuly evade those endless aisles of baked goodiesFilled with savory cakes, the well dressed cookiesTo compete for my att.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1712203/ A description of an Income tax raid in a dishonest official's house http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1705123/ a husband who has taken care of his wife, suddenly passes away, leaving her in the lurch http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1704890/ A seeker seeing her own self, lost in the day to day living http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1704876/ School life Gardens Grounds Play Socials Firends Bamboo Cane The chapel Moral science School buses and trips Punishments First day of school Holidays and collection of books Lessons http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1704625/ abt who is she..or who am i http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1703572/ I wrote this from my personal experience with my dad... he went to visit his newborn granddaughter a tall hearty handsome and proud man and came back shriveled and weak.. he is no more... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1702035/ On friendship and dedicated to all my close friends who are the only wealth a girl could want... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1697876/ Where went, those long days and endless hours, I wonderAs I rip the 31st of December off my calendar,Oh, my wonderful plans, well laid.And those resolutions, to do!The book I just had to write,Sitting up, scribbling into the night.The extra pounds I would loseDrooling over pretty dresses to choose.D.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1697859/ As the Earth warmedone nation towards the nextturned icily cold http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1689588/ A tree losing its leaves to the wind and rain.. thought came, seeing the tree in my backyard,in California. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1689568/ This came to me as I was looking for info on college admissions for my son. I feel sorry for these kids who have to cater to the system n do all this to get into a college of their choice. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1454343/ My first attempt at writing, came to me as I was driving home after dropping my kid at school. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Madhusudha/1454318/