http://slow.writerscafe.org/Bhaarath The original writings of author Bhaarath Ramesh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776026830 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Searching for light,In the darkness,She cannot find any,But the light in her eyes.She once rode on a flying carpet,Looking for a faraway land,The birds protected her,From the sun and the rain.In that pursuit,She met an odd man,Full of ideas,But no tongue.She took a break,Not because she needed rest,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhaarath/2084159/ Not a religious work. This poem is a dedication to my dear friend, who lost her father recently. :( http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhaarath/1529974/ From the womb, the two rose,Different ones,cords trim.A decade's wish,comes anew,It was his time to continue.Unadulterated pleasure and sounds of joyful moaning,Like a bird during it's first flight.She rose like the sun,flew like a star,Twas midnight lit by the moon.Like a hundred rocks on her body .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhaarath/1522209/ Six boys,Five together,One alone.To the docks,They traveled,By foot.The five rejoiced,In the humor,Of the loner's past.It was a long journey,The five got thirsty,The one offered water.They reached the docks,The five and the one,Parted ways.It was twilight,It was dreamy.The five reached their destina.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhaarath/1521093/ Transfixed by the horror of surveillance,I,the corner of the room,remained motionless.It was a new feeling,an odd one,To feel the skin of a human.Used to the smell of furniture varnish,The trace of sweat soothing to wish.At times,there was surprise,For there were tears out of reprise.In the end,the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhaarath/1520552/ The concept of Freudian Iceberg inspired me to compose this poem. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhaarath/1520518/ I was asleep,And a sound startled me.I woke up at once,To the chimes of the clocks.It was time.I brushed my teeth,Brushed my hair.Made myself a meal,To get through the day.I watched the sun from my room,It was time.I opened the door,To set my foot out.It felt real,To be out,on a bright summer day.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhaarath/1520503/