http://slow.writerscafe.org/Pragya10Vishnoi The original writings of author Pragya Vishnoi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776006408 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 When we are alone,our own dark side pulls us towards wrong people which destroys us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pragya10Vishnoi/1492332/ My heart gave birth to a babyand named it-Wish.Ah!It was so cute,innocent and ethereal.My heart cradled it and showered all her love upon itso that it can grow up to become a strong and beautiful dream.The wish was so adorable that it causedthe festival of joy in my every cell.But what app.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pragya10Vishnoi/1492331/ Dear full moonA perfect circlebeaming with prideIn your dazzling lightdark spots you hide.You wear prideflaunting your beautybut you are always aloneit is such a pity.You arouse in menever-ending desires,make me restlessset my heart on fire.I start envying the light of your glamour,your beauty and p.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pragya10Vishnoi/1492328/ This poem is based on John Grisham's novel-'The Chamber'.It is written from death row inmate Sam Cayhall to his grandson Adam Hall. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pragya10Vishnoi/1486023/ This poem is based on John Grisham's novel-'The Chamber'.It is written to death row inmate Sam Cayhall from his grandson Adam Hall who also happens to be his lawyer. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pragya10Vishnoi/1486020/ A young bird was flying up in the skynot too low,not too high.His wings were not yet mightyso he had in is mind a little anxiety."Fly high,Fly high",said the treewith great amiability;"If I fall during flying highI will die and my mom will cry",chanted the bird."Don't you worry my friend,"said the t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pragya10Vishnoi/1465529/ Death is our homeFree from pretenceFree from hopes and expectations.It does not judge us by our looks or status,neither by our wits not by our talents;It simply accepts us not even asking Who we are or Where we're from.Living death is like roaming in the tranquil space,faraway from the false an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pragya10Vishnoi/1465528/ Night-the most misunderstood time period-though is a synonym for dark,but is the most revealing one,giving us time to introspect and toappreciate the beauty of life.Though night is silent,it gives the necessary quietness tohear the song of our sentimentsand listen to the music of emotions.The bright.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pragya10Vishnoi/1465527/ Why is this happening?I don't know,but the problem isI'm not feeling anything right now.It seems as if I've lost the fire,which used to burn inside my heart;And the crazy me,full of madness,has somewhere gone apart.I miss myself desperately...Have the harsh winds of lifemade my soul cold.It seems li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pragya10Vishnoi/1465526/ MY DREAMSDreams-innocent dreams-like white clouds,hovering over my mindWithout these the world seems so voidOf course they're stupid,no real purpose they showfar from ambitions,as simple as brook they flow.People say they're a waste of timebut dreams ring in my mind as sweet as chime.Though unreal;t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pragya10Vishnoi/1465524/ Going by the lonely roadlistening to my own footstepswatching the dull brownish-black color below,I was not thirsty at alltill I hadn't seen you-O Mirage!My throat suddenly started becoming dry at your sightand my tongue torturedas if I was thirsty for years.You promised me bliss by givingwater whic.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pragya10Vishnoi/1465523/ When does death come?When your cherished memories become irrelevantWhen your dreams fail to kindle fire in your heartWhen you cannot recognize your old friendsWhen the world around you becomes predictable and dull.When does life come?When you erase old memoriesto create new oneson the notebook of li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pragya10Vishnoi/1465521/ Sometimes we become so busy in adjusting ourselves according to everyone that we ourselves forget our real self. Sometimes everything around us changes so much that we become alien in our own world. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Pragya10Vishnoi/1465520/