http://slow.writerscafe.org/Hope100 The original writings of author Sumit Ganguly en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776109930 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15     These are the shortest stories I have ever heard during my chat with friends. Hence the titles of the tales are given Capsule Stories. My friends did not tag the stories with any title. But in written form each one deserves an identity, so the titles are provided. Whether these ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/2069636/ World is full of holes and thornsmy moves of gain get stumbling blocksI fight umpteen timesto be happy with part success.Gray forces put life at stakerising prices choke my breathlove is volatile.I'll make this world a cozy place.To get the trust of human soulsI've to open slui.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1966235/ My grandpa listened to 'rpm' recordsclosed his eyes and bathed in the shower of music.My mom took us to concerts,played cassettes in tape recordersand the tunes paved our way to growth.My children are used to view music silent imagination of old days lose trail,baton of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1965505/ Some science and commerce words are cutto use 'co' in shortcut.The intelligent way of stampingsaves the labor of writing.Company loses its 'mpany'and 'C0' never looks funny.Another 'Co' presents color of black berryand 'Cobalt' smiles in paint and jewelry.The logic of chemistry c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1964273/ A pair of hazel eyes look at me.Your 'bandana' runs up to forehead,a scarf covers nose, chin and below,the pinky complexion of your cheekslures me to paint you as a lovely maid.There is no invitation in your eyes.The fathomless look has ocean depth,perhaps you read me with a X Ray be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1962007/ Papa, mom and me,a happy family,we live in a poultry.Papa is called 'Fick'.Mom's nature suites 'Meek'.I'm simply a 'Chick'Owner increased birdscame attendants, guards.Our lives hang on 'Silver Standards'.Our mothers teach,'In heaven we reachthrough roast, sandwich'.21st S.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1959795/ Here hares wait quietly till drizzle stops atop hills, bright lightpeeps rabitually habitually wolves hooves trot brought again sound of cloud andair clash.FlashThen again sun and fun return, hares en- mass dare and scare away wolves.Crazy Jerrys are chasing, facing warm Toms from yesterday .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1955344/ 20th Century dawn.Typhus Virus took human shape,was named 'Typhoid Mary',infected and killed many.Perhaps deadly microbes believe like her,'We are harmless'.1st September, 2017.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1954169/ This dilapidated school building bears the wrath of Nazis.Legend saysgarden of flowers were smashed by them.In this beautiful juncture of blue and greenthe statue of ruler stands as a scare crow.We have wiped out the trace of Nazis,why not give a face lift to the place?My pl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1950481/ burning sunearthworm gaspsdroughtbirds seek shadewe bathe in sweatants carry eggscloud brings rainhazy fields and cool airpiano recital 17th august, 2017. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1949688/ When nor'wester hits us in summer evening,swirling dust draws a curtain,trees try to fly, birds lose nest,we shudder at the duet of dark cloud with whistling wind.Oh my life, face this storm of eventsand be calm after torrential rain.27th July, 2017.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1943619/ Distance separates lovers,who compress the gap to create rainbow.The happy spell is transitory,elastic distance regains space.Passion framed my entity.Affection nursed till I broke shell.Friendship made my spine erectand love gifted a pair of wings.Distance tears the heart of lov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1940558/ So long you are with me dearI live in your musk-fragrance.You leave but I find you here,mind wipes off static distance. 14th July, 2017.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1939710/ First we learn to walk indoors,the path is full of pebbles, pot holes.We tumble down, kick and fighttill the floor turns plain and smooth. Roads of life are topsy-turvyweight and force of steps make them even.Roads are endless, so are journeyswe make them smooth .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1938415/ Ropes and strings often syntax them hammers and pliers verb hard and softwords and themes are seasoned by usto appear nice and sensible Tools are made with precisionthey are strong, need adept handling.No tool ever drew a picture.Brain and heart can createa wor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1936843/ Musing with eyes closedTom pursues yogain front of my dining plate.Remains unmoved by the smell of fish.He gets the reward in no time. 30th June, 2017. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1935219/ cool Januarysoft sound of chattering teeth night of painful restfaint tunes of dew dropshazy February mornsun and transport waitfirst song of cuckoomelting snow of mountain topsa cool transitionbees drone busilyspring festival unites allcolorful Aprilgroan of nor.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1934147/ Human bodies hang in air,thrive on light and air,bloom as crops of soil and water,still need tools to sustain here.All souls desire strength to sustain,to harvest crop, to build home.We get speed to roam around,hearts still hanker for some food.A smile is a delicious warm dish,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1927882/ Expedition of life starts at dawn.Trainers come genetically,custom and society fill the gap,we start a journey,the route is misty.I started for the KanchenjungaHalf of the track was well lit roadrest was chosen weather-wise.While I was in the last camp,the peak was conquered by f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1926821/ Pink petals of rosesprayed warmth in my youth.Now thorns prick! 27th May, 2017 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1923685/ Poetry is the heat,a part of my flame,it keeps me cool,envelopes in a frame.Am I sentimental,idle and worthless guy?Feeling keeps me human,passions let me fly.A force compels meto etch on papersbeauty and sorrows of lifebefore they shed layers.I share my sorrow and joy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1922673/ Love and malice are sides of a coinboth feed equally to our mood.We praise the charm of our loverfirst for beauty then the qualities,in the name of understandingwe weigh the obedience.Affections for young selfhave magnetic effects universally.To avert a conflict of existenceroa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1920551/ My first book was a store of lovewords were made of sound and touchcharacters smiled and sung lullabiesI learnt to talk and run for the sun.There was a flood of colors, letters,sentence rules and social norms,the book was slowly spreading wings indoor merged with grey outdoor... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1918354/ There is magic in rice cereals.They dance as baby- fish in boiling pan,and soon become snowy cool Delphinium.Boiled grains easily vanish in the mouth,a mug-full keeps you cool in summer.Roasted rice is fluffy and light,par-boiled pressed rice- ready to eat.Have these as your breakfast .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1916787/ When mountain snow meltsBirds of paradise spray huesWarm air rushes inYoung hearts share warmth World regains activities(Tanka Poem)- 2nd May, 2017. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1914822/ Oh, stop talking!Day and nightuproar, uproar,useful thoughtsare swayed away,your 'I' inundatesmy ear, room, existence..Listen nowthe whisper of air,reply of dancing leaves,songs of Robin,flattering of bees,and tunes of a lover'srosy heart.You will find in my flood of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1913234/ I am a flyover between two eons.My world of tender sensesdepict a brilliant flower gardenstatic as an artist's ace.The other world is a kaleidoscope.Colors and shapes fast change imprintsconflict between the static and dynamicmake me a vulnerable warrior.Providence, please lift a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1911561/ This mask shows you- what I am not,glorifies beauty and hides dark spot.I can scare you with this tool,simply loot you or make you a fool.It forms a part of my daily attireI leave home with it and remove as I retire.17th April, 2017.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1909577/ Both of them arerunningfrom Aesop's days of simplicitystamina and diligencedefeat contempt, insincerity.Then again in 1934Disney shot them at running trackTortoise won asbeauties failed to charmLove of life broughtRabbit’s ill- setbackI find them still on race... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1903973/  Intoxicationin the name of religionleads to salvation of others. Drinks of poweralways showeregoistic pleasureof winners. Alcoholismreflects mannerismjust as prismof lovers.26th March, 2017 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1901170/ The atmosphere we live in carry unseen charged impulses.When needed,we switch on the smart phone,enjoy TV or Radio,a constant ingredient called powerhelps us please our taste.The perplexed atmosphere of jumbled up thoughtsneed internal power to segregate and selectright highwa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1900015/ Oh, mosquitoes,children of lust,you hover all over the world,to suck blood for own causeand multiply.Helpless society and frustrated victimsare your brooding ground.You've outnumbered leeches and vampires only through a strategy of invading indoors.Politics, lust an.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1897996/ When scissors and comb dance on hairoh, what a pleasure gives the pair!Pride of having a mane irrespective of women or men is enjoyed by spending timeand money,pleasure of good look- sweeter than honey.Forced shaving is a punishmentimposed by people on spot judgment. 13th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1896185/ A child's mind is an artist's easel,catchy scenes and charactersmake art gallery exhibits,connoisseurs and critics wonder.In time, colors fade.forms of drawing remain,child crosses the road with easel on breast,real and surreal co-exist.Parent, adult and child play in our psyche,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1894764/ Power reserves forest land,wild aboriginals lose teeth and clawspeople enjoy them on magic carpet. Dams Reserve water,like lachrymal gland of eyewoes overflow as tears. Reserved category once livedin gigantic palaces,now museums preserve grand air... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1893625/ Last few days at school, where saplings grew as flowering plants,aroused sentiments and camaraderie,friends became relatives, teasers- mates..First and last day in college,turned to be morning to noon.Diffident souls of first day left as inflated balloons,being wiser and bolder .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1892631/ To look at my faceyou need the mirror of your eyes.Your eyes never wonderhow they reflectan image of my ‘I’ to your senses. When you read this poem,you find an image of my thoughtsthrough a mirror of expressionsand judge my acceptability,just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1890121/ The fire of angerwith intoxicating liquortouches ring finger. The bull is unseen.Every male is cleanwith superior power within. The heat and burnforce her to run,and suck the finger- loveis gone.20th Feb. 2017  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1888701/ When your eyes sparklelips are flooded with smilethousand flood lights brighten your faceI find my spring in you. The world quickly changes huestime gets a pair of wingswarmth of passion engulfs as mistour hearts sing in duet. If ever you wear a sarc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1887593/ Long barbed wire- rage- divides nationsimaginary line in the blue sky- fear- keeps nations alertbeyond the waves of shore,a nation's hand of power keeps control,subjects are squeezed,rulers thump feet,earth is divided in the name of nationalism. Saints have preac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1886147/ Satellites, rockets, camerasexplore the space everydaysome come back, others circle onlike Tom, Dick and James Kay. Everyone wants to seek a lot,‘what is there in the core,how can I have a space to share,and use it as an exclusive store?’ .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1883788/ How tall and stout were those who wore big armors?I wondered at a museum of heroic ancestors.In self hypnotism I look through future.find machines are giants, people- pygmies,products outnumber their creators,most inhabitants follow train of thoughts set by  few scientis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1882211/ Endinghug of Teddy,help and love of nanny,stay in bed and the use of pram.Starts the epoch of facing challenges.Outdoor invites the little soul,friends and pleasure are gainedcharm of home isending.6thJan.2017  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1871907/ Now my heart sings- Happy New Yearto seen and unseen- dear or not so dear.At least one day in a year with the rise of sun I send you warmth of my heart- enjoy life, have fun.For life is a drop of water on lotus leafwe balance life and toss with each one's belief.The warmth of heart- like oil on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1870209/ Everything is set in mathematical accuracy,a river flows humming the tune of waves,the hillock smiles in variegated greens,blue sky looks down, breeze caresses gently,and the riverside pub is a picturesque relief.In this vacant scenario, an artist feels the presence of lively.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1867363/ Thunder,lightning and rain ceased.They peeped outof a cave. Bright sunlightflooded the earth, air was cooland birds chirped. As they cameout a voice echoed in air, ‘O, myreflected souls,  I've infusedthe nature in youcontain theflame of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1865681/ He says,     In your lovely eyes you have    acombination of blue and grey,    a pair of strong magnets,    and a ton of sunshine smiles.     You have gait and posture of a Pine,  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1863799/ Old hawk swoops down on a tree,waits for a drama to enact soon. First sun makes a wake-up call,small insects flock in green field,they dance and sing and have breakfasts.Tiger-bug is hungry too.He arrives, gets food, plays with preys.Sun brings heat as rush goes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1862276/ All lines donot make a formnor all forms-a curve.How many curvesmay make a circle? Frankly speaking,I don't know.To attain aperfect spherical statelines squabbleamong themselves, alter thepattern and forms of lifeso, the feelingof self existence may ru.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1861255/ The wish trekkersinvented speed- wheelersfor feather ridesin ebb or tides.We call these- automobileswhich frequently change plumes and styles.We invest sweats for comforts,save time and use in trades or sports.Their utility changed from luxuries to necessitiesnow these run in f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Hope100/1859860/