http://slow.writerscafe.org/bnayBhattarai The original writings of author Jim Falcon en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776189161 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Gopal was looking at hisgrandmother’s face as she pulled him out of her daughter’s womb. Asecond later, he was looking at his wife‘s lips on their wedding night. Yetin the next moment, he was sipping whiskey on a beach in South Korea, watchingthe tides roll off in the ocean.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bnayBhattarai/1531469/ I remember,I was thereOne misty morning.Silver was the colorthe sky was shining.Silhouettes of trees towards my left,A prairie stretched in front of me.That's when I saw the ducks:One. Two. Three. Four. Five.Five ducks floating aboutin the pond that was across from me!My breath rose up likesteam fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bnayBhattarai/1503363/ I was staring at the skywhen suddenly,I was above;the clouds became seas.Whoa! I looked around to see:A little carrot vanished,making way for a rabbit.The earth twistedand turned into a worm,which blew up into a cabbage:it was orange and warm.The moon became a star,and love grew up into war.Tha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bnayBhattarai/1503110/ I drank till it made me think,it was more than a fish could drink.Everything human about these days,being slowly killed, in a wink.For the love of material and money,and a sense of false well-being,letting them take over and kill;hardly anything left to feel. It's for the greater good, or somet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bnayBhattarai/1503098/ Hello!A friend, or a foe-there is no discrimination in my stall;a very very warm welcome to you all!Come on in, and make yourself at home.Don't mind me, I'll just be in the corner;senseless words float around my head,endless thoughts build up and rage.I'll holler if I run out, of ink or paper,then w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bnayBhattarai/1503050/ I jumped into the riverto drink the water from it's end.I'm floating down the riverto where death awaits.My love, don't wait for me, keep the words that I have saidto you, and the prayers you sayfor me, I will, till the end.Low is the moon and high the tides-it's not a time to hesitate.I heed t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bnayBhattarai/1503043/ Sometimes in peculiar gatheringswhen you're not really listeningyou understand the meaning of spoken words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bnayBhattarai/1503036/ I“I”An echo?Who said that?Only I can say “I”,neither you, nor you, and definitelynot YOU!“Why”, one might ask,did Narcissus die?And who decided on distribution ofrights?One:The universe. Many: galaxies, solar-systems,t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bnayBhattarai/1502781/ Be well spoken,then receive a tokenof appreciationfrom a mannequin.The man-ling falls, but quickly picks itself up.Minimize conscience,Magnify contradictions,between him and her,and you and me.A young heart cries for compassion.Isolation.Who lost?Because nobody winsin a racethat should never be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bnayBhattarai/1502598/ I'd started writing this (fictional),then suddenly, I received news of my cousin's demise.I didn't know how to take it, but I thought finishing the song was the least I could do to honor his memories. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bnayBhattarai/1501759/ thinking life in the A Major form http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bnayBhattarai/1500831/ This poem rose out of shock at the extents of human nature. The act of rape, as experienced by a young woman on the most unfateful night of her life. Please also watch: http://youtu.be/zJmk2wVtiso http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bnayBhattarai/1500489/