http://slow.writerscafe.org/anhegde The original writings of author A.H. en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775968790 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I love when it rains ! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2952611/ I'm on a long roadleading to nowhere. here, fate is my friend, and time is my enemy.some happy moments, some so not,some haves,some have-nots.and, some ghosts of past  that haunt.but you won't let it shake your spirit,you wake in the morning, it's another day,dress, eat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2950855/ live in the moment.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2941663/ feather like wings,I wear them today,and fly away.not wanting to know,to where and why?not seeking to question,how far, how long?and until when?worthless, isn't it?and it's so funny,the heart, it doesn't listen. it's on a flight of freedom,perhaps, to a promised land?no stopovers,no aches,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2937055/ a moment of reflection during my walk on an icy cold day ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2933268/ a write for my sweetheart for this valentine .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2931645/ why does this worldcomes across as a masquerade?is everything we really see,one and the same?on the outside,and, on the inside?peel those layers of mascarathat you wear on your eyes,undress to bare-bones,and hang your mask on the side.can't anymore fog my glassesto turn heartfully half-blindand be a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2931113/ it's magical when it snows,snowflakes kiss my nose.the storm is on the way, dear.sit back, cuddle upand enjoy the show here. little snow fluffs like cotton,are dancing up highand rolling down to the bottom.a light breeze is blowing west,sprinkling all white powderto open the gates for this wint.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2929926/ anything is possible.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2929373/ It's a day filled with snow,very dreamy, all rinsed in white glow.A lazy day, nothing interesting today,but I want to pen my mind away. the sky dusked, and the night on its way,it's the close of another day,yet there is lots to say.I can feel the wind on my cheeks,music notes and life beats,tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2924128/ a silly fun write :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2903462/ don't take yourself too seriously,just experience your life gloriously. today, I saw you cry your heart, this hit me like a dart.why do you dwell on what didn't turn to be yours?why do you rake past to open those old sores?why do you stare at those unopened doors?why do you wait to sail to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2902523/ find the voice, acknowledge and let go of your demons http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2901793/ celebrating the beauty of a woman http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2900718/ this is for you my lady love tonight,your twinkle eyes ignite,I can't stop but write.you walk up to the door,those lilly's you wore,your killing smile I adore.you look stunning in the white dress,I may be shy to confess,hey, I won't say this unless,you know, my heart fails to express.today is the se.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2899989/ I often think, what would I doif I didn't have you.you feel lovely around my waist,sometimes I forget about you in haste.I know you might feel misplaced,but you're special to be replaced.agree, you hold me up better,no doubt, you're a trendsetter.you look great in leather,my love for you has no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2899393/ While tying my shoelaces the other day,I dozed off 2 minutes to let my thoughts play.I could see myself on the aisle,a dear friend saying hello with a smile,running errands in a mile,washing dishes from a stockpile,taking out trash of mine,doing my laundry in downtime,walking myself for a while,plan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2898985/ I once thought,what it is;to ride a fleeting wave on a rough seaor to be a breezy shade under a peepal tree?I once thought,what it is;to bloom like a sunflower in a dancing spreeor to be the little cuckoo singing on a rooftree?I once thought,what it is;to waddle in deep waters unto kneeor to be the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2898724/ Life is a choice,grow wise out of it.Trouble is a toy,play with it.Let your heart scream out aloud;We are, what we make of it..Past is a baggage,get rid of it.Fear is a stranger,shy away from it.Burst open yourselfto possibilities;We are, what we make of it..Pain is a chiselshape yourself with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2788731/ Amidst the myriad thoughtsand those screeching honks,I met my pastto reminisce those glorious times.On a cold chilling evening,down those four exciting summers,we had bumped into each other lives.The roaring windblew past my silent ears,echoing the chimes of her.Time had learnt toto swallow its tong.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2469363/ Come talk to me,I'm in searchof those words.Come hold me,I'm fallingbeneath myself.Come walk besides me,I'm in lurchfor a direction.Come embrace me,I need the warmthof those chilling days.Come know me,I can't liveof a name unknown.If not,Come take me,I'm knockingat heavens door.- AH 07/26/2007 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2468023/ These days,I look and feel like a bear.I wear a big baggy underwear,don't give me a stare,it might tear.Mirror me, I dare,Glass will shatter if I bare.My coat and blue jeans are for sale.I'm looking for a new weight scale,The old one broke as it was frail.Come challenge me for half-splits,But only w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2467602/ Sometimes, we get ballooned on fat airs offalse praises, we forget, it just takes a little prickto flatten you out.Sometimes,we walk too far down on the path ofworldly desires,we forget, it just takes a pinch of realityto burst the fairy-tale bubble. Sometimes,we speak more than what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2467209/ Let's talk for a while,even if it's just not been a longtime.Let's walk for a mile, even if it's just for little steps to chime.Let's create memories in a pile,even if it's just to capture the life sublime.Let's smile with all style,even if it's just for a minute's time. Let's make i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/2467016/ Once, long agoI floated those little paper boatsdown the sparkling stream.I gazed at them in abundant joyas they sailed one by oneto a land far away.Sometimes, it rained;leaving my little life boatsall feeble and wet.I held tight,bit my teeth hardand prayed fortheir safe voyage.I chased their trails.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1891783/ those abandoned roads, I travel to seek out my disillusioned castle. with a broken compass in hands I've set off to Utopian lands. as the winds befriend me, those bare-bewitched eyes see of a recluse I'm to be, sipping that cup of night tea. these crossroads a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1832972/ In the echoes of her silvery chiseled ankletsI heard the sweet silencespeak a thousand words. In the deep red glowof her little velvety cupped lipsI knelt down to take a dipin its sea of undying shyness.In the arresting stingsof her flaming golden eyes I saw the heavens risein frenzy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1832604/ Just a fun poem :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1832084/ At the gore cemetery,He stood, with the eyes of sinand the dagger that slit his wife.Hands trembled, palms sweatedleaving His conscience marred.The soul grievedas the drops of blooddripped like saline tearscoalescing into a blood splash on the grey cold earth...Reminiscences .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1831254/ Inspired by a few photos I shot on an evening at Sunset Cliffs, San Diego http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1827165/ This is a very old piece. I wrote it after being pained to see the riots that often broke out between Hindus-Muslims in my home country, India. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1810597/ They trickledone by oneincessantlyto fill the abyss of pain.I watched themeye to eyein hollow numbnessto fillthe empty potsof self.The saline dropsstrayed on my notepadand the inkceased toform letters.The nib ofmy lifedried in the ink blots on white pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1809075/ I came across this girl; who assertively says in her own appealing ways that she's coconut-brown outside and all white inside. I say to her, hey howdy with a touch, little moody. And, she's like I'm well, Hooray! Thank God It's Friday! I ask her, what she's all about ? and sh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1808410/ The rose melted lips of hers, hugged in rosiness to conceal their words, just like the lily's that blushed in treacly sense when the bees kissed them. The quivering eyelashes of hers, fluttered in naughtiness to sometimes blink and to sometime.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1803976/ Sunbathed in apple red,Clouds flavored in vanilla,The air smells of mischiefAs the parched rain chimes.O' the lovely blushOf the cheeks.O' the call of the summerBy its beloved spring.O' the sands awaitingtoo wet in the rain.O' thy scent of elixirPalliating my senses.O' thy dropletsJazzing my lips.I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1803524/ let me down this keg of beerfor the old times sakeas I soak in its playful ache.let me hop onto the nostalgic trainto ride into the youthful fountainas I lower the life curtain. let me unclip those unflappable wingsto break the defences of windsas I drop these veiled blinds.let me set strong sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1801757/ I often stood by the window silland awaited till the moonmirrored her lynching eyes.The road down the streetalways wore the colour of black pearlthat she dearly wished for. The cold breeze from far northoften smelled of her cushy suave skinthat bosomed my cravefor her beguiling charms.The hush .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1791930/ The barren winds blow across my healed scarstying a knotof unbearable sighs.The fleeting questionsthat I hide in my bare bosomlynches mein veins of pain. Do You hear me, O' Lord?The frail lifethat defeats the barriersthrough silent struggleshave lost the strengthand the words hav.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1790283/ For once, let me be mefrom toe to kneehigh unto the sky.If you ask me why?I ain't desire to diean old man shyon a will to survive.For once, let me fly from soul to mind to eyegive me no other reason why.If you come around and pryyou'd see,I deep desire to be all but free.dare notI be hung .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1789845/ It's been ages of silenceI have slept upon.Remember me?The rose that smiled at you.The sparkling tiny star That winked at you.The crescent moonThat hung in your wait.The cuckoo That voiced sweet melodies.The sea breezeThat brushed your brows.The blue skiesThat mirrored youIn my Angelic eye.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1786716/ I talk to myself,am IHalf emptyor Half full ?It's not the sumptuous mealthat I care about,but my soul.Itain'tthe conundrum thatI yearn to solve,but myself.Sometimes,the needle of lifeswings this way,and next day,the other way.And, I swayI sway.Don't be hard on meI say.Yet, this t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1785824/ There's not one day, I don't think about this. I think to myself, should I let the time slip by and wait to hear from you ? should I give up and not know you ? should I kiss a goodbye and let you go ? Then, I say to myself, I should give this one a chan.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1780395/ Oh! Christ,I was marching with the torch of Truth,Burning Bright,Convincing the coterie.And they shunned Me.I was Crucified...Oh! Christ,I was wading in my dreamsThrough the tunnel of Aspirations,Eyeing the Zenith.And the reality killed Me.I was Crucified...Oh! Christ,I swooned over Women and Wine,F.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1779194/ Nature clocking on the tick of spring, I hear the cuckoo's sing, wind chimes jingling, birds chirping, and, never before, I yawned in reverie to the folklore..Mama tells me, how I cry on her lap, how I feather my hands like wings, how I crouch my little finger.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1778342/ O' summer rain,your mystic drops an enigma in my sweet pain...In your blue garbsadorned with snowy clouds,the white rain gushes,weaving the scarlet beads to garland the blossomed love.In which shells of flightswould the pearl open its wings?In which eyes of the doe,would the spectacle unfo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1738713/ childhood is a precious little phase in our lives, let the child be in you always http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1734174/ Of her dulcet voicein those green meadows,of the little butterflies likeshe spread her armsto sweep thoseinnocent ripples of my eyes.Of the roaring seasin those jazzy waves,she gallopedbare foot with a torchof dangling flamessetting the sunin her eyes.Of the scent of jasmineand the shine of sil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1732695/ how-things-can-go-wrong-when-you-least-expect-'em-too http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1731064/ an old silly write, brought it back from my stash :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1730865/ written & dedicated to my dear little sister, whom I have seen growing up from a baby to a big girl she's now :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/anhegde/1730366/