http://slow.writerscafe.org/archive2194 The original writings of author Chirag Kumar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776070548 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Take MeTake me to the beauteous landsOf bliss and mirth glowing hand in hand.Where the dew rests on the naked areolaand fingers slither down the spine.Let me rest on thy luscious hairwhose intricate knots untie my despair.Where lips caress my crumbling heartWith a wiff of elixir and bouts of wine.Dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1883475/ Meet mein the chaos of time,where seconds hustleand muscle to make a minute,and in the spanof a banal minute,turn rags into riches,and alives into dead.Meet meat the crossroads of life,where two paths await you,they hate you,berate you.One, of the crude sun who shall ignite you.Anothe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1883474/ I wish I couldI wish I coulddescribe her to you, Maria.Talk about the wayshe toys with her hair,the way her eyes twinkle,the way she looks at me,the way she smiles and speaks,the way she purses her lips when she blushes.You know, Maria.Till now, I have written579 poetries,a thousand quotes,and a mil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1883473/ *Make me a melody*Don't be my moon, don't be my sun.Just be my world,just be the one.Undo your hairas I pen a song.Poets with sonnetsare no longer fun.Make me a melodyof your hair. Flow with the breeze,dance in the air.Let me roam inthy forests of aroma.Let not this be a passing affai.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1883472/ AB BHI IS DIL MEIN...Ab bhi is dil mein jaan bohot haiHamari kaliyon mein pehchaan bohot hain.Husnwaale khatkhataate hain darwaaza dil ka.Kya kare iske darbaar mein mehmaan bohot hain.Jhoot ki parton mein unko chupaa letaa hun.Imaan jo niyat se beimaan bohot hain.Ye ik nasha hai jo mithaaye nahi mit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1845991/ RenaissanceThe skies wetten the dead earth.Endless voices of cries, screams, plundersare being put to a haltby thundersof the stoic night.Standing at the annalsof time, I see no life. In bliss shine the suns of charms.But tears don't draw the erstwhile caring palms.Instead, they predateon t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1835782/  Delirious windsthrong the dormant senses.Comatose mindawakens to the Karmic beat.The chaos in the skiesstrike a thunder in my eyes.Cynical beliefshave geared up for a retreat.Cobwebs of delusionhave finally broken free.The drugged melancholyhas taken a mighty fall.Rise, O brethren,from t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1835780/ FIREI want a fire.Tiny sparks take birthin the soul's dingy caves.Flimsy layers of smokegush through the rotten veins.A giant fire is my wishto burn my every blemish.But the wait must prevailif I ought to self destruct.The gloom ridden airconfronts my torrid dreams.I get paid with bribesof negativit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1806280/ Hate might seem to supersede love,but it can never desecrate its flames.Love is fire, while hate is just a passing breeze. Such winds might knock the fire, mock its presence in dingy hearts. But once it's gone, the fire shall be restored yet again.- C Kumar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1806277/ Under starlit skies and a lousy moon,we weaved dreams as a presentfor our tiny future world.Yet, the kaleidoscopic breathsspoke of unsureconsciences' doubtsthat the journey may not kissthe eternity bliss.And in no time,destiny flung you awayfrom my mortal reaches.I wondered and pondered,cried for da.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1806276/ I'm still a novicein the art of livingbut so are the rest.All are engrossedand contendedin their own sweet lives,breaking bones of destinyand making castlesout of them.But beware, O lady.I'm not a man of cowardice.I will love you even ifwe stay miles apart.If not our bodies,we share the rest.The ear.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1779894/   The pesky sun throws a lousy sunlight.The drowsy winds chase the fading twilight.The greeny trees sway to cuckoo's lores.And I break out to hit the warming shores.Busty babes swarm the ambient beach.My jolly eyes stroll beyond its reach.And just then one comes up to me."I'm new. Will you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1779893/ MangaloreThe greenish cloth which the nature wearsis a tiny manifestation of its myriad fairs.The cricketing musicians, the singing birdscreate melodies beyond the realm of words.The coconut trees sway to the wooshy winds.Coastal sands glitter where the river rescinds.Misty clouds shower heat on our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1779892/ UnderstandWho can understand thee,better than me?I run in your breaths,invading tiny cagesfreeing the bruises etchedin the leftovers of my heart.I thrive in your eyes,and get lost in their webs,and stay entangled there,till you blink at last.I live in your cheeks,which turn plump red when my memorie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1754214/ A pleasant experience with a not so pleasant bank http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1754211/ StorytellerThe world is filled with empty pages.Many mistook her for one.But she's different.She transcends the routine game of pen and paper.She moves around coyingly,escaping deviant gazes.Yet my lusty eyes never fail to catch hold of her elegance.She wears words like nobody else,and spills hersel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1754206/ Whispers of the ForgottenThe nascent moon outsidedons the mystic orbs.Gloomy clouds strikes thunderwhenever the heart throbs.The air in the houseis dying with every breath.The damp lands speak wordsof the nearing death.Howls grow shrilleras every second crawls.Dark Satans are seducedby the voodoo do.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1754202/ Time Travelling on a wish...Time moves, but not moments, necessarily. Some stay buried in the cemeteries of the past, while the rest, whether good or bad, wander with us in the form of a baggage, all the time. But the moments spent with thee remain packed in a special baggage. Let me open them tonig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1754199/ NowI lovethis venturein known ways,but different times.Beadsof sweet sweatremains a thirst soother.Fuckmy lusty soul.Now.C Kumar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1754196/ AnimalAs the tongue slithersdown her spine,she roars in pleasure,and he tastes fire.It doesn't take longfor the naked duoto dance togetherin the passionate pyre.Lips collideand bites resurfaceas their bodies flowin raging rivers of lust.Regular moansof pain and comfortmake a deep intercourseto be a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1754193/ ArdhanaarIshvaraTo Her who's the Goddess of the Himalayas,to Him who's the Lord of the Entire Samsara*,to Her whose body radiates as gold, smeared with saffron,to Him whose body shines as karpura*, smeared with ashes,to Her with a fitting head dress, whose hair is adorned with divine flowers, to Him.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1741024/ Dharma (Dhamma)The vagabond mind,stubborn as a mule,treads umpteen realms,every minute,every second.The dead past, rekindledby artificial resuscitation,some real,some fictitious,gifts nothing but dukkha.The opaque tomorrow,bombarded with thoughts,all fictitious,gifts thee nothingbut dukkha again!Bet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1739967/ EclipseYears passed bybut cannot forgetthe kaleidoscopic momentswe sailed together.You were one suchbeautiful eclipse.C Kumar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1739965/ DaffodilThe sun beams with an aura aloud.The sky sports a smilewith teeny weeny clouds.The air moves around,carrying the fragrance of earth.And I wonder why my daffodilis lacking in her mirth.Days are growing short,and nights slowly slowly long.But changing moods with seasons,is a decision gone wron.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1739964/ AbdicateTake me away, O Samaritanfrom life's vicious urns,where the sanctuous faithis raped in turns.Burn the deceptive fangswhich boast of true romance.Slay the simpleton sensesbathing in the lusty dance.Stab the Satan's eyesif he defies your pain.  Guillotine the betrayerswho gifted you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1739961/ CrescendoPoignant windsshall cease to infiltratethrough wafer - thin layersof thy saintly soulat a point whereour fingers would mingle,eyes would kiss,and the crescent moonwould singa crescendo of melodiesbefore the lustrous audienceof myriad stars in the universe. C Kumar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1739960/ He saw in her eyesdark brown,mystified blotswhich sparked lifeeverytime they blinkedengulfed by whiteserene oceans.A place of tranquilitywhere thin crimson riversran acrossboth these lands.He surrendered to kismet.- C Kumar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1725263/ I watched in awe as she glistenedbeyond confines of her body.I felt her radiancekissing my skinand invading it with ease.Since ages,I was devoidof the right wordsto express myself.That night,she managedto infuse myriad poetriesinto the veinsof my soul.- C Kumar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1725257/ See carefully,and you shall find,my heartbesides yours,thudding with you.Listen carefully,and you shall find,my voice,resonating aloudin your ears.Feel carefully,and you shall find,my lips,kissing yours,everytime you smile.Cry carefully,and you shall find,my chest,on whichtears be shed.Live carefull.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1725254/ "Love or lust?" She asked.He replied, "Lost."- C Kumar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1725252/ Her talks are intriguing but lips are fineShe radiates, splintering into an essence of divine.Time stops ticking when I wander in her eyesNobles away from such addiction are often the wise.Subtle smiles scare me with infatuation sublime.Her mystic shyness shatters my romantic paradigm.I steer, only .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1725250/ Such is the sight of thee,that chimerical feelingsfloat beyondthe vague barriers of wisdomto driftby the powerof thy thoughts,to reach a juncturewhere I forget myselfand start dyingwith every breathto realize the Truth,and live in youfor ever.Such is my love for thee.- C Kumar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1725249/ Embark on an inward journeyas a passenger of thy breath,unraveling every knot,of the vicious sancaras,tied myriad times beforeon the threadof the conscious mind.Work with diligence,walk on the path of Dhamma,and find thyselfat a placebeyond the knowledgeof thy senses.C Kumar  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1725248/ Inked words of loveon thy brittle heartand found the real 'You'veiled beneaththe whilom meaty maskdonned by thee,all through these years.C Kumar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1725247/ CHAMPION OF HONESTY.VANQUISHED IN DIPLOMACY.- C Kumar http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1725246/     TWO SOULS INTERTWINEDON THE BED OF UNIVERSESUNDEREDBY THE COVERT DESTINY.GROWN APART,THEY DIEDTO WAKE UPAGES LATERIN MATERIAL BODIES.DECADES LATER,THEY DISCOVEREDEACH OTHER BUT,ON THE BED OFTHEIR ARRANGED MARRIAGE.C KUMAR http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1725245/ Blank thoughts haunt me tonight when I prepare myself for yet another tryst with writing. The glacier of intellect which once used to flow at ease in the form of ideas seem banal when shrouded with black clouds of current thoughts, wherein I encounter a plethora of betrayers. The wounds are still .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1702350/ She's isn't naked,even when I see her,bereft of clothes.I see grim layerson her facewhich she hides with glee.I see dark shadesof gloom flowingbeneath her restless hair.I see decrepit skinfortifying her soul's attire,saving herself from revelation.But no, girl,I see all of youeven beyond yourmade up.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1701974/ This is the right moment,when spirits shall rise,to take the Victor's wine,lest you slog to the fullest.Years have passed bysince your last onslaught.Now dawns the perfect time,to march for the glorious kill.Inner demons chase youtill inner depths of conscience.Yet you stood against the odds,made ev.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1701972/ Its convenientto go with the flowand let time slip awayfrom the clutches of opportunities,like it always happened,till now.Try something differentthis 2016.Challenge your easy ways.Swim against the tidesof routines,and break pastthe thick walls of habits.Surge aheadto reclaimwhat you had lostway beh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1701971/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1700741/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1700739/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1700738/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1700736/ The night was long,and so was the wait.Every moment longing,for the next,when our bodiescollideto give birthto flickers of divinity.And as time unfoldsthe mysticismour breaths haltsweats mingleand eyes flutter,to witnessthe magicof our Love.Recite fairy talesto the sleepy starsawaken themto spread l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1700733/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1700723/ Smile aloud,for times aren't foreverbut, momentswith you,are. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1700718/ Lubricious mazeof lustful moans.                                               Gentle embrace                        &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1700717/ Lost am I,in the intriguing webs,spun by destiny,to affirm the prophecy.The imminent desecration,is nearing my soul,and it flickers in hastewith a critical bidto save the prison of mortalfrom a bitter end.What am I,in this satanic world.Puff of angel,a worthless stranger.The penultimate beats,a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1700714/ Her cheeks,        soaked in tears,                turn dry,                         the moment,                      &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/archive2194/1700704/