http://slow.writerscafe.org/Reshmy The original writings of author RESWAR en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776002394 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Tis dat month http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/1451558/ Let me tell you where this story starts. It actually starts where mine ended. Ahem. Hic. Yeah. As in, chapter closed asa. Still didn’t get it? The day I died re. So it was this warm sunny afternoon, in the beautiful city of Goa. All men and women were in their homes. All shops were shut. Save .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/832449/ As I crouch today in the pit, I remember winter of a different kind. I was a little boy, all of 3, who scampered around the house.His ma, da, sisters used to try and outdo one another only to lay their hands on Farooq. Who is me. To them, he was this little precious gem that they could never lay the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/831937/ Chilly day http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/831911/ The ground moves beneath my feetPushing me a little closer to the edgeBut I haven’t jumped yetI can hear the drumsThe world awaiting my stepWanting me to fallWanting me to jumpThe stage is setI am standing on the edgeI look at the world aroundIts turned up in festive gloryI can see a man furio.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/728885/ Losing Love http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/664701/ He is a poor little boyLiving in a shantyKnown no joyDone no wrongOften left hungryHe is a poor little boyMen screamWomen wailHe never says a wordHuddled, somewhereGargantuan vehicles pass him byWith no dream or aweHe likes to zip pastOne such time shall zip no moreA poor little boyHe will die&ldquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/664690/ about new beginnings http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/663470/ Gnawing at me, I could feel the hands gropingSpasms of painEntering me every second Dying is certainThe darkness sees meI am looking for a ventI am running The streets are crowdedBut every hand seeksGo for the kill!They scream, I run my feet are soreMy .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/661161/ Fallen from the height, ah the sheer torture, The pain I bear, from now on I feel. Its not the shame though it can make me weep, Nor the bliss of heaven that stings my being.

Its the asymmetry of things that pushes me. From white to black, from top to toe, I am the devil between.
.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/657501/ when i blinked last it wasnt there, the red of the rain, the black of the sea. I am so disillusioned. Its the mirage I see. The pain in the soul, yearning for more. And yet all was well till some time ago. The night has fallen like a veil on peace. The swords are thrust, it is a gory scene. I hate t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/657500/ No my poem was not meant to end this waynor was I supposed to look this wayI am turning my face from this sightthe sound the place the realmIts not where i want to stayI hear the sound of distant wavesbeckoning calling pulling meAway from this muted songthat has a beginning but a thwarted stopI pull.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/657497/ Dressed in white, this lissome woman, plays truant with me. I seek her, the mystic snow, she is all I seek. Not a minute, not an hour, can I spend with thee,the paparazzi called this world will not let me be. As she hides beneath the mist, I go down on my knees. "Peace. Unto you. unto me. Will you m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/657495/ I long to rock his cradle, hold his fingerSo let the pain seep through meI can almost hear his cryThe unborn is now a part of meI flush within and as I deform, I feel prideI am no longer who I used to beI am growing and growing fastFrom a lass to a woman and now a mother to beThe joy i feel of givin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/657493/ Crimson river went flowing by, like a whale it swallowed every mile, ebbing into the chasm of love, tide increasing with every sigh. Time took a standstill, braking the river from its ride, letting the crimson creep on his toes, up into the lover's eye. There he stands upon her cheek, there's no mis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/657051/ Looking at the mirror, with no face to seeSmiling at the world, with just pain underneathAway I walk on the shore, even the mud is pulled beneathWhat have I got, when my soul is put to sleep?It seems endless, this anguish and this fearThe soul may have gone, leaving this pain to endearThere is no po.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/657049/ Squirming within I see life unfold, I grow older, winds of insanityMaturing is a process I have come to dread, its not my sight, its the view. I pull down the shutters, I swallow my tongueLest I join the milieu in puking some murkIts been a very long dayI still hear the noiseI breathe one last time .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/657043/ The rhythm divine puts me to peace, the song playing through my soul. Nothing begins nothing ends, as I hibernate into the whole. An ego thats no longer mine, this state of unknown becomes my being. A recess exists some place within, thats still so pristine, yet so deep. I fold into it, and cuddle t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/657042/ In the darkened walls of mud, I see some moss, the only green. Rains lashing, its sound I hear, and a drop keeps falling from the roof. I am chained to the corner, a sad day, but tomorrow to me is no brighter. A gloomy forecast was in my palm when my bangles broke and thrust into my skin. Blood. Red.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/657041/ I stand in a crevice by the side of a rock, waiting for the rain to abate. The sea is calling, the end is near, must I let her hunger satiate? I aint no coward, nor a david, i am but a man. the one you crossed, on the street, without a tipping of your hat. I lived like this, in a crevice, a rock,a s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/655200/ Coming into my own.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Reshmy/655198/