http://slow.writerscafe.org/August9Dev The original writings of author Devashish Kumar en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776042562 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 erratic and heavy breathsunable to swallow thick airthe wind must be unsettledwherefore i made her cryher ruby lips shiveredthe bottom one some morethe moon must be upsetwherefore i made her crysans smile her face turnedblue moment by momentthe sky must be angrywherefore i made her crywander did her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2090066/ How blessed is to love,to be loved, to feel loved.How ecstatic! How euphoric!What a wondrous thing to knowsomewhere beyond the wild oceanthere beats a heart with your love,that she tosses and turns in bedin your absence, every fold inher bed sheet bears your name.An oasis amidst a high desert islove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2090063/ Yet another restless nightwhen I toss and turn in bed.O Sleep, when will you visitthese tired, shadowed eyes?Every crinkle and fold isa beholder of your memories.O Sleep, when will you visitthese tired, shadowed eyes?This night, too, is bleedingto another listless morning.O Sleep, when will you visi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2090062/ i have seen the ocean cometo the shore with everythingit could offer yet be spurnedi have seen the ocean lovethe shore with all his heartand still be stranger to lovei have seen the ocean writhefor not knowing what elsehe could to win her hearti have seen the ocean crywith tears he has collectedsinc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2090060/ stand we did therenear our concrete benchby the side of crossroadto bid us a goodbyethe time was well-nighwinds but weren’t readybirds refused to relinquishleaves rustled impatientlya day of parting was itor a day of gatheringof many memoriesof our last vestiges http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2090058/ beyond wilds and tombsin some faraway cornerof my desolate heartshe has made a homei know not whetherher simmering presencerises within me like sunriseor wither does it awaylike a setting sun http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2090057/ i stare at the blank pagestaring blankly at mewith its dead white eyesswirls ‘n swings of blank rise up and devour my thoughtslike little insignificant antsstop staring at me, youmonster for i know nothow to tell my storieshm is that so… reallyokay there is more to iti fear they&rs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2090056/ will be no morning after todayfor this night will not endthough the sun will rise againfade away but won't those starsthe wind, the birds, the treesand all else who were witnesswill never be the same again http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2090055/ stand i did there perplexedat my vexing thoughts unableto decide which way to gobut the street was mercilessnot in mood to grant any favourlest accused of being unfairso it kept running runningat breakneck pace with itwent the treadmill of time http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2090053/ a grey gentle morning invitedme to an untrodden path withpromises of lush green grassand wind slow sweet and softirresistibly tempted- i duly obligedas i marched along stompingon dewdrenched lustrous grassthe place looked oddly familiarits wonted quiet reminiscentof its unquiet restless timesin a fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2090052/ effortlessly and unheedinglyalmost without conscious controlfrom a world strangely familiarbut utterly utterly unknownwe gently drift towards a land where the sun never shines; yetit burns brightly with white smoke http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2090050/ Extinguish my eyes; I can stillpaint you on my subconsciousin all your delicate details.Take away my sense of smell;I will still be inebriate onthe fragrance of your smile.Cut off my tongue; I can stillfind a way to sing in theglory of your eternal beauty.Fill all paths to you with embersand nails; .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2090049/ Afar resides a dilapidated home awayfrom alarums and excursions ofthe city incognizant of his memories, of muffled echoes of lingering past.Home to many in his heydays, henow lives abandoned by his ungratefulvisitors. His walls inscribed with talesof joy and sorrow are withering away.Written in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2090048/ As the soft whisper of the eveningslowly wanes, darkness creepsdown empty alleys and a slumberingsilence overhangs the eerie air.In the city fast asleep, someone restsawake in the right of his bed with a damppillow to the other and his eyes staring atthe moving fan- wondering what if it falls.While .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2090046/ as the mighty sun finally wakes upall the morning dew will evaporate.flowers that were dancing spiritedly yesterday will wilt and fade todayin times to come, your hair will lose shinewrinkles of past will weigh your foreheadvestiges of your existence will be againmixed with stardust of millions.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2090045/ Severed from their old family,memories- of hellos and goodbyesand everything in between- laid scattered on the old granite floor.Slivers of sunlight streamed throughthe cracks of the broken window andwarmed up those shared chroniclesof picturesque sunrises and sunsets.Those off-white ragged pag.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2090044/ all my poems are but little tales ofhow your spectacular smile is a perfectamalgam of compassion and nonchalancehow a gentle soft breeze of memoriesseeps through the pores of my skin andcaresses the insides of my heart and lungshow you free rains from your wet hairturning a scorching may afternoon i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2018374/ Spring wakes him up from a deep slumber and with her loving touch, magically heals his deep old scars.A gentle soft breeze seeps through ruffles of his lilting hair, tickles and caresses insides of his heart and lungsThin strands of morning sunlight invite his lips to a blos.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2018373/ Like a practised origamist, I folded my frangible heart into a paper boat and carefully set it to sail at the doorstep of sea of love, and reach its hallowed destination.Amidst echoes of yesteryearsand muffled whispers of future, it danced on ripples of hours, undisturb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2011552/ There was a knock on the door. Three quick smooth raps. Uniformly spaced.It reeked of an easy comfortable familiarity- the kind which makes you fearful: what if you had never known this, what you would have missed, how much you would have missed and worse what if this suddenly disappears.I do not kn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2011551/ Some stories are without names. They survive in crumpled pages of oldjournals awaiting acknowledgment,in fearful anxiety they will perhapsbecome powerful when given names.Some stories are left behind near aconcrete bench by the side of somecrossroad, in the shadow of Ashoka trees.They linger in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2005653/ The night had finally dawned.The mighty sun was gone.Went away the violent brightness.The wind was slow, sweet, softladen with languid laziness and calm silence of the other world.The night sky was draped in a luscious black velvet finely sewn with shimmering stars.I saw you among the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2005652/ Possess if did I an erudite vocabulary-bejeweled with golden and silver words, an ability to choose words appropriate,and rainbow imagination of prolific poetsI would describe your splendid smile, tresses of your dark hair tumbling about, that mischievous dot on your proud nose,and br.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/2005651/ haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1997052/ Replete are the paths to you-serpentine and deceivious-with mazes of emotions capricious,burning embers of desires,trenches of unrequited aspires,oceans of turbulent memories,shards of broken promises,Still I follow your illusionwith a pilgrim's devotion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1997050/ A hint of wine covers the horizon of your cheeks like the magnificent sky punctuated by sprinkles of red.Speckles of golden sunshine mingle with some wispy clouds of hair tumbling about your face.Your lips curve upwards and corners of your brows bow down with the piety .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1987345/ aaj nikala tha main phir tumhaareeyaadon ke shahar kee orhairaan tha kee aaj bhee isakee sabhee galiyaan yaad thee mujhetumhaaree yaadon kee sondhee khushaboo door se hee pahachaan lee mainnefizaen tumhaare hoton kee muskaan kee maanind roshan theentumhaaree khoobasooratee ke.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1983104/ a little different something warm electric and assuringshe has put her hands on minea dream?i look back down at her hands covering mine we turn our hands at the same time .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1983103/ convinced it would find its way aroundto wherever it was supposed to goit went round and round and roundperched on the rim of soap dish agroundit sniffed around with its antennaeconvinced it would find its way aroundwith a madness unsound tirelessly and mindlessly it went round and round a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1983102/ You could be filled with brilliant colours of the setting sun,shimmering light of twinkling stars,earthy fragrance of after-showers.You could tell magnificent stories of bloody wars and trysts with destinies, of winged animals and singing birds, of timeless love and melancholy.Yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1983099/ Come, the dawn. Sprinkle the horizon with bronze, gold and crimson.Come, the wind. Make her dance withleaves and branches.Come, the rain. Wake her with a gentlesplatter on her window.Come, the dusk.Dapple the dark night with shimmering stars. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1983098/ A moment of glorious smile which blossoms and adorns your charming faceA moment of shared happiness which bears my name on it for which I am responsibleA moment of forgiveness when no past deeds burden us when we look at future with promiseA moment of intertwined hearts.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1983097/ On our 71st ‘tryst with destiny’, let us pledge together (again) to make a strong nation, but not at expense of people; stand tall, but not on the corpses of dead children; speak up without stifling the voices of others; follow our religion (or not) without undermining others’; lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1951842/ On my 22nd birthday, I was headed to the nearby IIT hospital- amidst a heavy downpour, half soaked in mud water and half in rainwater, holding an umbrella in one hand and drops of blood dripping from the other.I was walking haphazardly. Not because of loss of blood. I just enjoy the rain. On my way,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1951840/ So I finally gave way to the temptation of taking selfies today.And it was really not that bad.I have a history of looking hideous in front of a camera. Somehow or other I always mess up. It can be anything which would botch up my photo- from abnormally high chin, tilted head and tangled hair to oil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1951839/ Today I again strolled tothe town of your memories.I was surprised I stillremembered all its lanes.I could identify the earthy fragranceof your memories from a distance.The sky was lit likeyour smile-kissed lips.The minarets of your beautywere still showing off.Far far in those narrow streets,echoed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1951838/ Hi *******I have been meaning to write to you for some time. But these exams. I, sometimes, feel my life, up till now, has largely been preparing for exams and taking exams.Anyways, let’s begin.I did not fall for you in a day. It was a rather long arduous process. No, don’t get me wrong... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1949719/ The clock struck ten ominously and out came your announcement- ‘I should head back.’In the jubilation of being with you, I forgot that you would leave at some point. That inevitable moment had come. I offered to walk you.It was a typical night on the campus. There was no traffic. There w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1949718/ Someday I will no longerhear this silent darknessand see that dark silence.Someday those voiceswill no longer screaminside my head.Someday my woundswill heal and disappearwill these scars too.Someday I will growmy own wings andfly in the open sky.Someday I will knowenough words to tellmy stories to .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1949716/ Did you go outside?Weather is absolutely amazing.The trees are more greenafter they have been washed in the rain.Adorned with diamond-like rain drops,they look picturesque.The slow breeze has alight invigorating fragrance.The mild intoxicating effect it hasis little difficult to describe.The birds h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1949714/ With a feeling of dis-easeshe woke up.Still dizzy with someunworn anaesthesia.Her blistered fingersmoved skilfullyaround her protruding belly.Almost reflexively.The ominous raised stitchesseemed carefully planted.She felt a losswithin, without.She waswith it, without it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1949713/ The ‘sickle’ scar,which used to grace her forehead,is now mostly gone.Fade away willthe memoriesof the scar too. With time.But the scarsof the memorieswill haunt her for life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1904335/ It was the kind of nightin the middle of whichno one wants to wake up.Clouds had invadedthe sky. The stars hadgiven up a long time back.Brave Moon did try to holdthe ground for a while, but powerlessshe was against their cruel tricks.She cried for help one last timeas she was forced into oblivion.A .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1904334/ When do people fall in love?The obvious answer would be when they spend with each other. People fall in love when they gaze into each other eyes. They go to movies and restaurants. They rest in each other arms… In the lap of nature.  They admire the crescent moon in the starry background.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1904333/ Many think my journey as Poemstarts when he hits the publish button.Perhaps because only after this that they can read me. But I’ve been here for far too long.He has spent many laborious hours in reading, correcting, inserting, deleting, replacing, arranging, organizing and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1823099/ When I look at you,I wish I were a poet;so that I could describe the untouched beauty ofyour mesmerising grey eyes and tender carmine lipsthrough words as beautiful as you.When I look at you,I wish I were an artist;so that I could put every flawless detail of yours-every crevice and curve,elevation .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1791536/ I stood on the podium with an ashen smile and my head downperhaps to evade the stony stares of the alien people in front.A momentous feat it was, after a long long wait, yet I found myself contemplating if it was worth- those lengthy taxing study hours.  Why am I not happy?Sodden in m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1791532/ Syllable count: 5-7-5 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1751742/ In the early morning sunlight, Pearly crystals of heptagonal raindrops On lusty green grass Disperse sunlightGiving it a colourful background. Cool breeze, Chirruping of birds,Rustling of leaves Fresh earthy aroma, Make you forget The other day’s scorchi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1751737/ Her flawless midriff reflects the stare like snow does sunlight. A slight round depression in the middle is like an oasis in the uncovered barren land.A spring of joy it is to the lust filled eyes; an invitation to labyrinths of lunacy. Take a sip of her nectar, but not.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/August9Dev/1751735/