http://slow.writerscafe.org/prajaktakale The original writings of author prajakta en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776016647 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Stung by poisonous darts of wordsChoked by the imposing hands of loveSomething strange creeps up silently into the heartTrying to force down beads of tears to soften the soul charred.Anger and disappointment win overForcing back those beads into the dreamy sockets as everThe smothered soul deprived .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prajaktakale/1713993/ The lights appeared out of the darknessagain for the story to startI saw him coming down thepebble strewn path.Holding on to a parcelkneeling upon the ground"Be mine forever" Came his gentle sound.Ripping apart the parcelindicating an yesI found a fur coatwhich would change my life's mode.Leavi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prajaktakale/1537753/ One moment hereand the next moment death cloaks you..No wonder that is the destinationwhere life leads to..Like a passionate loverthe grave awaits you..Leaving no clueaway it takes you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prajaktakale/1524429/ lullabies are comforting! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prajaktakale/1517051/ "I'll do what your soul craves for"cried sheas the hungry void continued to assault her.With a prowess of a vehement tigress,she stabbed him saying,"All it wanted  was this, a cleansing!" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prajaktakale/1512980/ What nectar is to a dead man,hope is to a dead soul! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prajaktakale/1508905/ unrealistic dreams always come along with heartbreaks! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prajaktakale/1508491/ Shewoke up in a room having similar peoplebut vowed to stand out like a steeple.walked into a room of similar uniformsbut vowed to break the norm.got admitted into a cluster of similar mindsbut vowed to be crazy not confined.entered a path chosen by everyonebut vowed to walk in accordance to none.wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prajaktakale/1505238/ Beatings and bruisesBlood and tearsCries of mercy and sins of croresWho knows what goes behind closed doors?Emotional agonyIndomitable painFacile smiles suppressing consternating strainWho knows what goes on behind closed brains?Preposterous miragesMorbid whimsSingular craving for sordid thoughtsWho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prajaktakale/1504787/ This is something which I feel is very relevant in our societies which are divided into different classes when they are ideal to be one! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/prajaktakale/1502986/