http://slow.writerscafe.org/Arabdha The original writings of author Arabdha en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776163618 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A cold winter morning..as the wind breezed through the broken window..my vision grazedthe note in my study...right in my sight it was plantedintimidating,inviting,waiting to be read..Alas ! It didn't have a bearer..But when have norms stoppedan idyllic mind..from obsessing over a devious ploy?And th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/1196778/ Often youngI was told...Of friendships that last forever..beyond the definitions that bind age and time...from the summer haze to the happy tidings of youth..from the glory of bright meadows to the lump of bones that lay in the dustI could tell every second that was..replay and reliveall that you we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/1196710/ As the monsoon showers..word their saga in the dew and mist of the flawless dawn..as the gypsies seek their recluse...in the wakeful taverns of another morn...as the vibgyor of rainbows huesreflects in the sun's wrath...the colorful tapestry-humble and nostalgic..an ode to a era bygone..as the soul .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/1187123/ Couldn't you have looked back..?Couldn't you've apologized..?Or done the million things you did in my head...?but instead you just walked away...why do I not answer?-you ask...why do I hang on? you say..because when you said you had a dream..I felt a step closer to mine..and every time you inch away.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/1186024/ When things happen..fated as they are...do you stage an intervention..or let the times rule your stride..?And when you intervene..tell me-do they stop bylook you in the eyestall and do the victory dance..you the victor..and they the defeated stand ?Or do they mock...?the attempt that went unanswered.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/1185996/ In wordless worlds you bloom...your arms-distant meandering willows of commotion..I wonder how you pervadethe sea of serenity I choose to call my aboderemnants of your chaotic presence still lingerjarring with the tranquility of my existence..I wish the willows forget to bloom..and that amnesia befa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/1185583/ How do I go backto the blank walls...?Once in time they had boasted of the lofty hues ofpride and glory..Affection abounded thyfloors beneath..as mirth had breathed into the air around...Embalmed in your bodice..were my mortal memories-ages that spoke of lifeand love..Through your windows-now decade.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/1128946/ It was a cold winter morning. The snowflakes clung to theweathered-down oaks like giant, sticky blobs. There were hardly any people outon the street except the guy, who shoveled the snow off the streets. He was afamiliar face by now. The reddish-brown, fluffy beard of his which seemed tocove.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/953982/ The flames rise and refrain..the burnt soot still lingers on..a faint reminder-of things left behind..broken fragments of another world..unfinished stories..a haunting-that will forever remain..in the deep dungeons we seldom visit..almost a part of yourself..the crimson lilts in the darkness of the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/877017/ The jaded pages bring in memories..every moment a revelation..I wish I could go back in time..to the fragments of broken perfection.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/869211/ Kavya was starting to lose his patience.There was something about Surabhi that he didn't understand.Its not just that she was very particular about everything and chose her stuff after going through them a little more than a million times.That would still come under the fringes of normal(may be!!).T.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/827962/ Silence resonates and reverberates..an unfillable echo in a distant void...the air carries with it projections of a million dreams..voices unheard,inceptions unrealized..A call to the universe,an SOS to the horizon..the song of life,music mundane,lyrics ethereal..the voiceless pathos .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/788796/ I look around.Its a new place.There seem to be a noisy crowd around.Not one face I recognise.Its a scary feeling-a lot like an ocean engulfing you from all sides.And your body doesn't do much to help you out. Hormones-thats what the biologists call them.They are just synonyms for trouble if.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/759977/            turmoil     shattered dreams  love,hatred,confusionfighting,losing,lost cause            jinxed http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/712072/ musings by the sea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/699921/ she is the woman you see everyday..but never notice.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/695533/ sometimes ties between two people are so strong that distance and space cease to matter..and even when they are not around,they are with you every moment.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/692061/ there are times when you feel bliss,beauty and serenity all wrapped into one single moment..nothing extravagant..just an ordinary everyday moment..you close your eyes and experience perfection.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/687625/ The blankness of the canvas haunts me..oddly reminds me of my life somehow..yesterday it bore a much adored picture of perfection..now the colors ruefully succumb to nothingness… red..the color of love..was painted all over..now the shades of silence have shad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/674856/ Bowed is my head..folded my arms..my world has no sorrow..it inflicts no pain either..mine is a sacrosanctum of happiness and melody..but its lost somewhere in the sea of human misery..and therefore my soul embraces this simple prayer..that of humanity.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/673764/ I am greatness..and I am glory..I am there in every victory..I'm also in every wreath that grieves..I'm in every breath that lives..I run in the holy stream..I am the morning balm..I am the spring's calm..I see..I feel..I'm there..I'm a silent spectator.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/673197/ There ishaplessness..and there ispain..I wish I could bewhole again..I wish the scarson my soul would heal..But the thoughtseems unreal.. There is agony..And there isanguish..A broken heart..lots of tears..And then there islife to endure.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/672776/ “Come withme”..beckons its  wisened  voice..I look around.. There are thepeople I love..Some I don’tsee..They all look atme..trying to tell me they are there..I begin to answer..But words failme..I cannot speak..My pain i.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/672772/ If you would believe..You could have seen..What I saw every day.. If  you could trust..You could have come along..A really long way.. If you could love..You would have known I was right.. But you didn’t..And chose to&nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/672189/ You taught me my very first steps..Held my hand and caught me when I fell.. You were my hope,myinspiration…The face that love took in my life.. In your arms I felt the world was mine..And I was the reigning queen.. In your smile I saw mine reso.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/672101/                              A heap of unwritten thoughts...                      a pile of unsaid words...         &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/672084/ I wasn't supposed to but I did... I took the pledge of purity and then I sinned.. I begged for forgiveness.. but all he did was look down and punish.. thus he inflicted on me what he saw as fit and spoke.. "o guilty one..I give you life"  ....and since then I live. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/671525/   Every sound fades to silence...  life fading into voiceless stupor..  all that remains are the memories of a day spent...  and the silence that resonates within..  the world seems at peace as the darkness takes over.. But that can't put to res.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/670838/ when i stare into the blank nothingness (even today)....all i see is you..i see the light that used to be my sunshine..i see the smile that used to spell my joy..n the eyes in whose reflection i saw the goodness in me..cause you were and still are my escape..my hope n happiness..and even if you are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/670358/ She sprang back..jolted by the strange unfamiliarity..he looked on..with indifference in the eyeswherein hers sought the reason of her existence..A silent tear trickled by..as her furrowed brows demanded an explanation..He looked on..nonchalance scripted on his countenance..She tried to search for w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Arabdha/669921/