http://slow.writerscafe.org/Anutv08 The original writings of author Anusha Prabhu en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776096783 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A trance one night shook my dozeIt called in for an eternal questIt gave me dreams, my providenceAnd poetry, as its esteemed bequest. The souvenir left a blotchI wrote for bliss, for ecstasy But as days went, a day then cameWhen writing made me feel so real&n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anutv08/1547978/ The pricks ofthe times of yore, The fear ofthe futureThey daunt theactions Foreseen forthe currentRevive thepast, but employ it as imminenceTo aremorse-free subsistence  And the dreadof the upcoming Shall butsteer u insteadRootingthrough the imp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anutv08/1547974/ The sunup had minted, its destinyMourn had pawed for the tears oftwilightReverence had drowned, in thedepths of morale Days went menacing, elevatingwere the nights Life was sucked in, by theunheard diviners,Hopes were soaked in acerbicwaresGrants were denie.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anutv08/1547970/ As dawn ascends, Untwining the essenceOf moon petals… A hush… a breath, above the breezeSerenading with the twittering birdsA silent song… solemn… divine Tangled like seasoned winesSomewhere beyond the miles of sandThat li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anutv08/1547965/ With tears escaping my tired eyes,I carve my pain out in wordsFor when the tears have parched away,Rhymes of pain, remain unheard.I lay there, on a bed of rosesBut I just feel the barbsSewing past the lax petalsAnd the strata of my heart.Give me back, what is mine... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anutv08/1547963/ There aretimes, when I abhor myselfWhen inignominy with fortune and populaceAnd I screamfor help,To numb earsand the deaf heavenAnd I look atmyself, in the kaput reflectI curse myfate! For then, Ilook aroundThere’s a horde,Of people with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anutv08/1547955/ Iwant to writeOnwhat you did to meOnwhat I felt back thenAndon what it still has on me Butmy hands…Theyfeel numb…Theycan’t move Theywant to… but back thenYouused to make them moveWithyour love, W.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anutv08/1547954/ As I lay there, a day before my weddingDressed in white, with little dips of Lydia’s moodAnd lace stitched elbow glovesBeneath a hat, with a velvet brimI could sense him watching me… A figure never poetisedHiding beneath the vapours of moonlightThe a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anutv08/1547953/ The dark sky,black as kismetNo stars orsigns of the moonAnd there, afirefly, flies awayTo thedistance… far behindFar behind theunseen moon I loathe whatI'm doing, poetryI loathe thewords As they flowout of my heart, I pity themI pit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anutv08/1547949/ Pacing through the hurdles oflifeA journey so long…infinite milesCrying aloud the unseen tearsI’ve forgotten…I've forgotten tosmile Living for the unknown futureHoping it would turn out rightNor like the past, neither liketodayHoping to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anutv08/1547946/ The sun descends, days go darkThe queen of dawn, beholds herbreathShe has no time, neither desiresFor birth now cries, and smilesover death What’s over the world, nothingwith a clueEternity now craves for its endWords not worth the souls of thelistener.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Anutv08/1547945/