http://slow.writerscafe.org/Siraaj The original writings of author Sergei en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776012989 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A mostly personal narrative on the meaninglessness of meaningful events. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/2113858/ A metaphorical narrative that seeks to shed light on what it's like to live with a debilitating mental illness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/2074740/ Only the dead drift along passively http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/2014377/ The only honourable death is in having lived truly http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/2010823/ Navigating the swamp of insomnia http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/2010318/ A plea for those shackled by religion, women especially, to break free http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/2009283/ Critical thinking necessitates doubt in our values and traditions http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/2009141/ If you could plan - and attend - your own funeral, what would you want to see? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1970135/ Suicide. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1970132/ Investigating His majesty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1963887/ Freedom is autonomous delusion http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1962519/ A surreal experience of love, Bliss, and the divine http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1962354/ Don't fear the ending; enjoy the happening. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1955845/ Loving someone in spite of their deceit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1955117/ Waiting for love's recognition http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1953661/ Arbitrary boundaries inhibit the best life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1953033/ Words aren't real enough to love or be loved. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1952924/ Self-deception as defence mechanism http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1952735/ Who says friends can't f**k? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1952732/ The nonsense of love. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1952727/ A strong person submitting sexually to the one they love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1916417/ Losing one's mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1891944/ The pessimism that comes with realising oppression. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1891544/ The lover of life has nothing in death to fear. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1830003/ A poem written from the perspective of a psychopath obsessed with a woman in a relationship. The reader delves into the psyche of the narrator whose mind transitions to a state of complete insanity. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1771434/ The contrast between how you see yourself and how the rest of society sees you http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1735073/ I am not her. i know that behind your smileyour jokes, your flirtatious remarkslie scars that she can'tbegin to ponder on;i watched you shirk away from a loving embrace -from love's own grace -to fallflat on your faceat the feet of an empty heart            wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1733602/ I speak to you and my wordss t  u   m    b     l      emy thoughts swim round and roundspinning the world andtwisting your beautiful facebut you remain flawlessYour scent intoxicateswhat little sense I have;my will crumblesand I fall,hoping.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1732735/ I whisper out to my old friendand the darkness whispers backIt speaks to me of memoriesglances of the past to when you touched my armand for hours...                            all night longyour scent would linger onand the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1731816/ Dear diaryDo your pages bleed?When my pen flies across your skinlike the razor flashes across minedoes the open wound pour forth black and blue tearsblack and bluelike the hand shaped clouds on the clear sky of the face of my mother?Does your spine tremble and ache?When I pick you upand throw you ac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1731732/ when the life spills from your wrists;when the light within you succumbs to the encumbering dark;when your comma curls into itselfcrying and confusedwilling nothing more than to be a cold-blooded full-stop;when your fingers stop tapping to the rhythm of the righteous beats;when the green a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1731716/ At first it was nothing but a feelinga brief disturbance in a chance encounterHe strode past, black coat trailing and rain falling,and his windows of ocean locked on mineand all dimensions of reality congealed and became one:timeNext it was a wordA different day, a different coat, a different rainth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1730222/ Off the walls of the caverns of eternitybounce the cries of one born in flameA child of light   tossed to darknessI, but a lowly denizen of the brimstone lake,witness the arrival of Anguish manifestHe:A face beautiful beyond reasonwith skin to make the perfect seemed flawedTears glisten as.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Siraaj/1728935/