http://slow.writerscafe.org/SBN The original writings of author Ben Noah Suri en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775995347 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 We all have our heads completely stuck in the dirty mud and can’t see many a bright and beautiful flower bud We are all so engrossed in our own cares and woes that we neglect our friends and treat them like foes. We want everyone to praise us.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1853069/ Children’s Day 2016 is being celebrated in India every year on the 14th of November to increase awareness of people towards the rights, care and education of children. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1852674/ Just back at the Cafe after a long break and rather than wait for others to welcome me back, I decided to welcome myself back at the cafe http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1851962/ True story. This happened on another Poetry Site... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1600383/ Peopletoday have startedViewingsacred friendshipNownot so respectedAsa business relationshipMorelike an account of profit and loss;Theyonly seek shallow friendshipWhichdoes not let them incur a lossandprofits only those that benefit themAndwalk away .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1598590/ Ihave been battling lonelinessandseeking friendshipsattimes finding emptinesswiththe wrong friends too �" all lies.Wecome into this world aloneandwill leave only alonebutwhile we are hereweseek kindred spiritswithwhom we can shareour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1598589/ Todaythey claimisfriendship Daybutwhat a shamethatI stand friendless todaynota single physical friendforno one can tolerate mebutI am my own friendforI can’t let a spade beandwill not hesitate to point outaspade as a spadeevenif it .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1598587/ Itis nice to have a friend like you,thoughI have never met or ever seen you.Itis nice to have a friend like you,thoughI don’t even know how you lookbutthat doesn’t matter for I know that youhavea beautiful soul within you.Itis nice to have a friend l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1598585/ Iwatched in deep earnestasthe squirrel peered at me,througha crack in the tiles, ithadslipped in to seeaface revealed before it.Inanticipation I waitedforit to approach measI smiled benignly at it,Iwaved for it to seeMygesture of friendship tow.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1598584/ Written in a state of deep depression on 7th August 2011 which was then celebrated as "World Friendship Day" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1598583/ When a person doesn’thave a single friendNo, not even onesingle true friendNot even one to calla dear friendWhat does make himsuch a friendless fiend?Is he a monsterabhorred and despised?If so, aren’t we allrather biased?For a man to have nofriend.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1598581/ This was originally written on 2nd April 2013 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1597886/ Hundreds of years after I die, no one will know me; but should they? I don’t want to be held back in this world; imprisoned in their thoughts so warm or cold. So let them all forget me and thereby forever from their thoughts set me free to roam f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1595047/ I wake up; she’s leaving me; I say don’t go but no delaying reality; she’s just a dream haunting me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1594715/ An unexplained mystery based on a true incident. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1594482/ A broken heart can do nothing but cry until all the tears run dry http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1594156/ 3 men were rushed to hospital after lightning struck America’s largest nude beach, theHaulover Beach in Miami-Dade County, Florida, in the middle of the afternoon, knocking two men cold http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1593770/ They say, Time is agreat healerBut it is only whenTime movesThat the tormentedare healed.When Time standsstillFor a lover spurned,Then Time is not ahealerBut the thought helovesOf her his beloved,concealed,A thought he isunable to killDespite all a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1593746/ Just nostalgia and longing to go back to a simple uncluttered, pristine way of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1593498/ Thank You God for saving me.Thank you Lord for believing inme.Thank you Master for accepting meas your slave.Thank you for teaching me how tobehave Thank You God for saving meFrom habits and vices thatdestroyed meThank you Lord for believing inmeThe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1592929/ A poem to all those who mock my size and shape http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1592855/ I still continue to stand at the creaseTired, hot and dirtily perspiring.Comforted by a gentle and cool breezeFifty six not out and contemplating retiring. The pitch remains unworn and bouncy as everWith a lot of foxy turn and bounceThat even the strongest heart or bat may deterAs close in fiel.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1590301/ Just baring my fool's heart http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1589999/ "The Black Diamond" - Ice cream! The World's Most Expensive Ice Cream Costs $817 --------- only................ This decadent dish sold at Scoopi Café, Dubai is attempting to create a world record. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1589174/ Likes on facebook are a big sham and quality of content does not matter. Only your PR & networking skills or your gender will ensure likes and I am not interested in promoting myself in that manner http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1588320/ We will not enforce even thebasic traffic rulesWe will not educate the people onroad disciplineWe will not permanently repairdamaged roadsWe will not restrict or prohibitthe sprouting of liquor vendsBut we certainly will ensure thatyou all wear HelmetsFor all your s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1588318/ The mind plays tricks on us to make us differentiate between various states of being though they are all the same http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1587866/ Iused to worry thatI was forgetting people’snames; so sorrybutrealized I am better thanthose who have forgottenme completely thoughthey remember myname fully.NowI don’t worryabout my memory forultimately itsall in a blac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1586465/ I am just a poet who is governed by the lunar forces http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1586436/ I came across amonkey so dearSo cute it was, Iloved it trulyMy love I expressedwithout fearThough the monkey attimes turned unruly Like any other monkeyit did throw tantrumsBut I couldn’t careless or moreFor I loved it in allits moods and form.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1548513/ Endangered Species Day celebrated on 15th May every year highlights the plight of many at-risk and critically endangered species of wild animals http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1537807/ The world is full of hack boysWho just cause they are computer whizzesAssume they can hack my mind with their toysAnd when they experience the power of the mindTheir own bearings they cannot findFor my pen or my computerIs much more powerful than their toysAnd with me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1537052/ I was pottering around the kitchen one night trying to cook up something to impress my wife when it suddenly struck me that I hadn't written a poem for quite awhile. Therefore, I cooked up one there http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1536703/ I want to throw it all away,throw it all awaythrow it all and walk away , justwalk awayfor I’ve learn't the futility ofit all and so walk away from all my desires I shall oneday walk away. Since I couldn’t leave them allin a dayI decided that I&.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1536353/ When accosted by a know-it-all I do not wish to fall into their trap at all; better to be a know nothing than be a know-it-all better to know nothingand from others' grace fallfor persons who think they know-it-allknow nothing while persons who surrender to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1536079/ We are an illusionwithin the illusionof an illusion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1536074/ Future is nothingbut the past revisitedso what was the thing;the status in the pastwill be the futureas well as the last.So if you’ve fuckedme in the past;I will have the pleasurein the near futureand boy this cycle’sgonna last forever http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1536072/ Welcome back myfriendsto a story that neverends,the story of Jack andJanenot Jill who leftJack, jackin' in vain.Jack and Jane meteach other in collegeWhere they becamefriendsfor Jack did likeJane’s Décolletage.Their romancefloweredin t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1535659/ I'm currently holidaying in a town called Madurai and this inspired me to post an old story of mine which has a connection to Madurai http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1535490/ On the outskirts of Madras, the city where I live, it is said that there once lived a famous knife thrower. Idon’t know how many of you know what knife throwing is all about for now it isa dead art and you rarely find knife throwers except in a few stray circuses.  For the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1534985/ When insecurityfuels your poetrythen the outcome is divinity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1534976/ We are just garbageLiving on a garbage heapWith pretensions of ageAnd purity so deepThat we hope to one dayLeave this dumpAnd fly awayLeaving behind this lumpOf garbage in which we stayuntil we realisethat we can’t do awayor desist from what we s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1534972/ The best place to livein any a part of the worldis within your self http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1534453/ This was first written forty years ago when I was sixteen. I had lost the original written document and recreated the piece from memory http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1534446/ Come feast upon my soulfor my body beastis rottenCome feast On the forgottenand make me wholeCome feastUpon my souland become whole http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1533704/ Did you knowthat the first organto actually growwhere it all beganin the fetuswithin the wombsof humansis the anus?We start as arse holesand then growto become bigger arse holeswho put on a Fake show http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1533636/ This is a story set in ancient Southern India. This is a fictious story set in the period of the Pallavas; so read on & I hope you enjoy it… http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1533600/ Thank you for being condescendingThank you for your descendingTo an all time level so lowWhat else can we expect of life so lowThough we try to make them glowWell you may think it is a blowBut I believe it is a complimentFor your hate is not my predicamentBut only.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SBN/1533592/ Her name was Nallamma(meaning Good Mother) and she lived with her aged mother in a slum outside thebusy central market of the city. 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