http://slow.writerscafe.org/Nirupama_H The original writings of author Nirupama.H en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776000669 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I watch the sunrise, through my dreams,Hear the constant rambling of TV anchorsabout a certain numerical rise & fall-I couldn't care less.Feel the heat of the blue flamewith breakfast, then lunch hovering above.I resist a second serving of sweet,wonder what the evening will bring.But.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nirupama_H/2072406/ Was given a line to write on: "Madness, as you know, is like gravity.. All it takes is a little push"( You might recognize it as Joker's line from the Batman series). And this was my poem on it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nirupama_H/1935576/ A short story about an unusual visit and reactions to it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nirupama_H/1869865/ The Untitled.One foil flower by the staircaseOne sodium lamp by the window.Is a room of people, all it takes?To make a gloomy day bloom?The second floor's pink quietThe dents of hail are forever on our roof.Will the wind blow the blinds away?Will the crying quiten the rain?So.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nirupama_H/1844548/ Sometimes, the painting has only the painter to please.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nirupama_H/1779168/ The child who was born upside-downThought a frown was a smile, and a smile was a frown.He wore on his foot, a golden crownAnd he joined the circus from town to town. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nirupama_H/1746511/ Your shadow all in black and blueAs you go far, it's brighter tooIt doesn't biteI think I mightJust love it more than I love you ! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nirupama_H/1730466/ The Forest's TaleOnce upon a time,  in a deep-deep forest, there lived a few grey old goblins.They had no children to dance around them or entice them with extravagant demands. For years, they lived, ate and slept in small caves with small doors and holes for windows. Their plants and trees dro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nirupama_H/1721291/ A Tinge of Orange Among the GrayA tinge of orange among the gray,A grotesque ditch, a violent fray.The rising smoke, the blue-green bay;“It’s all in the past!” that’s what they say. A tinge of orange among the gray, The sail blown down, there it l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nirupama_H/1645868/ Please tell me what you think about this poem :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nirupama_H/1635969/ Have you ever looked at the sky and wondered who painted it blue?Have you ever looked at your nails and wondered why they aren't naturally green?Well , I have .Far far away , in a land you would call a mystery ; They , whom you would call the the creators of your emotions are at work .It isn't a job.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nirupama_H/1534098/ I would really love to know what y'all think of this piece ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nirupama_H/1534084/ I had this idea one day and decided to write it down . Please tell me what you feel about it :) !! P.S : I really don't know what genre to put this under... I can call it Fiction ,right ? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Nirupama_H/1534062/