http://slow.writerscafe.org/deeplypressed The original writings of author sharma en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776021674 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 no rulesno boundariesno worriesand no griefsthat is what how I set the baseto this whatever you may call itbetween us.Now I realize certain fearsover the matters which I took no concern overNow when we meet togetherhow will we reconcile?my needs and my wants will be now my vanityand tears my only co.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/2115785/ Quietly I listensitting on the stairs crushed mulberry on the floorpainting the ground in purple shadesand I see my henna laden handswith flowers and leaveswriting the dreams I latchalong with the unshed tears of my parentsthe hidden worries on my brothers browsOn the temple groundsthe bells ri.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/2115783/ I only blush, love And translucently fade into pinkAlong the outer edges of my face,I glow without a speck of glitterboth body and soulDance and day dream So,Trance like reality it may seembut eyes glisten in glamourand amidst foggy thought processes I hear you calling me&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/2103883/ Who have I been talking to?Sharing my beliefs, insecurities and fearsTalking your hand I walked all this wayTo find myself aloneThe feeling of falling was what I feltBut only me?Just me?I wanted to show you my dreamsBut you'd show me later I have been living in my dreamsOne thousand steps away from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/2103882/ The JourneySweetest when there are no expectations when you and I come from free willwhen life is unplanned and love sprouts haphazardlyalong the onion bushes grows sporadicallyand clings on in the comic chaosClasps in the hugs to the heartsAcross the grid something remains unseenthe .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/2103881/ I wanted a secondchanceTo show my attributes,talents and childishnessI wanted a steadyslopeRaising upwardsJust like the feelingyou get when you'd run towardsSomeone you loveSomeone you'd lust andthat someone who you'd shoveWith happiness, withcontent, wit.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/2098374/ Often I find myself kicked,cursed upon and shivering,with out a blanket on my back.I find myself muttering by myselfpoems in English from my trembling lips.In the brink of dawnWhen I find myself with a difficult wordIn the dialects of EnglishI cough out loudly to be kicked again by my partnerwh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/2095933/ From far and wideBut along all thesewaves I have surfedAmong all thisinternetOr by bus or by trainNever by never I promise you straightfaced From the mountains to the plainsI will tell you thiswithout fingers crossed From the lakes to thebarren fields.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/2094980/ Even Warmth is not acomfort now,How did I turn intothis?You owe me a heart nowCause my heart flewaway with the butterflies  To your sunny landsAnd I am here gulping stoneswith every breath In the tundra climate I was mad, I wasmentalWho fa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/2094975/ I will never tell you because you scattered enough stones and butterflies within me. Way too much for me to handle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/2092641/ Can we meet? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/2091949/ Tell me what juice is with in you?tell me love,how do you make me luring and dreaming for you, just youExactly what do you expect from a lady tell me!how do I propose?how can I make you fall for me ?how do  I read you? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/2090990/ On the walls I paint a grim color continuously,up and downdip and dripwhy I don't know why I keepthe melancholy attitude, so bluedeep and chalky and pointless,not royal, not so realnot the Turkish turban teal,not the blue that is spread in the skyor the or the paint in the shallow seas nor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/2088576/ How the apple of your cheeks makes me wonderand smile and sigh and resign,the fact you are three fold of  my abilities,makes me want to hold you airtight.You are my glittery globule of goodness,the shiny shiny stuff in my veins,the concentrated honey sweetnessthe luring scents of my teens,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/2088357/ How come I hear you in songs?Being cool and in with the beat,  Waltzing and Whistling,And even Clapping your hands for me to dance, When you request me for a date,in between your lines,And Call me when the breeze flows uninterrupted, and it shimmies with my hair... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/2031050/ To see, And to be integrated into you, My heart crazily demands.Rain in my eyes,Stretches on my mind,Of your smiling sketches.How incomplete you make me feel,How stagnant,How unfair it is that you walk a free man,And even my prayer to God is owned by you.I fee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/2031046/ Her teeth are all messed up behind those brilliantly crafted lips, red and positively juicy. The adjectives quite entice me and cramps runs around my stomach when I see them. Lovely, she is a nymph, a creation of Gods.Fair skinned, silky long hair, thousands are in line for her  and she looked .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/1992822/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/1992811/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/1865210/ It was an auspicious day, the day of Kul Devta pooja (day for worshiping the deity of one's clan),the night of full moon and the christmas eve. On such a good day my  grandmother passed away.I was there when the doctors were mercilessly pumping her heart. they were trying  to bring her bac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/1794497/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/1794477/ let me start with the basic point,i am in love to this boy who is barely above his  thirteenhe is ugly not tall and not even strongand one cannot say he is handsome.yet there is something some magic, some devilrythat adds to his flair and chivalryit may be his senses or his mindo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/1602823/ simply sweet can be  overbearingunrealistic and hard to handlea touch of sour adds characterand makes it exotic don't deny it i know you feel soeven salty can be boringa touch if sour adds character and a lovely deptha touch of sour adds characterenlivens the paletteit adds naughtines.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/1602816/ I had a man with a real  problem in my  apartment. And i had no idea how I was supposed to deal with him.Handling people was never  my strong point. Getting away from them- that I was good at. But the devil himself would have mercy on this man tonight- he was grieving on  his mot.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/1594770/ to the perfume company expectations........ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/deeplypressed/1593153/