http://slow.writerscafe.org/alakanandas The original writings of author Alka en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776069037 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I gather my strength backThe lost pride and my scattered thoughtsNo I don't need a fall back no moreNo darling you are not my weakness no more http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alakanandas/1908688/ When did life move on...Seems with every passing day expectations diminishesShouldn't it be the other way roundYou are ok to let things be....to let things goYou are ok with the wrong and fine with the rightWhat's with the complacency What's with the feeling to just let it beHave .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alakanandas/1853273/ We are humansThere is no right or wrong been toldMistakes inevitable But what is that untold feelingThat kills us day and night The voice in the corner of my mindJudging me for every little action of mine The choices we surrender toWe are humansAnd there is no right or wrongAnd .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alakanandas/1852251/ If pain were to have a colour,Will colour it grey..Unsure, obscure and yet turbulentThe cold touch , the distant feel and the same old lone meThe wet pillow and the clean bedtells me you were once thereThe grey spreads again in my mind and soulThink should let it b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alakanandas/1849038/ What is constant?Unstable mind weaves a dream so wild,Heart wins the battle with the mind,Is this constant??The look on your face dazzle me all the while,Is that love there ? or mockery in disguiseThink this is constant..Fidget at the very thought that am content,Pain.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alakanandas/1849036/ watered it,Nourished it,Saw it grow bit by bit.When did it grow this large,Cause now its time to clip its wings.Expectations, when controlled, life is worth itswhile,Loosen the reigns and i call for a tide high,Destroys me,wash away the smallest joy...Remember it as that little f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alakanandas/1848952/ Don’t belongto the lone dark cloud that rides so high , without a reign,Don’t belongto the house so warm, where every brick sings a song anew,Don’t belongto the day so bright, where sun shines in every corner of my lost mind,Don’t belongto the rainbow with.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alakanandas/1848951/  A bit more of your time, a bit more of youA bit more of your hands on mine..bit more of yoursmileShare a bit more of me with youWear a bit more of youA drop shed a bit moreA thought dumped bit moreA bit more of your being, a bit more of you in meBe alive a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alakanandas/1848538/ In The gloomof the dayIn the darkof the nightA whisper inmy earSaid you arethere.....said I am thereA not soobvious thought strikeIt meant Iam aliveAm livingthe morning breezeLiving thesweaty crowdAlive to thesound of birds chirpLiving themunda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alakanandas/1848537/ Darkness to the dawn of this dayThe earth lightens to some new promises madeWill flow with the brook that sparkles with the vigor anewWill sway to the song, which, the bushes hum the tuneA new morning, a brand new day, the dust on my booksWhy do I need anybody today?A quite solemn day I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alakanandas/1848536/ We all have a ghost don't weA ghost who we are terrified ofA ghost who changed us for better or for worseA ghost that stops us from something beautiful that might be right there at thecornerWe fret ,we antagonise what lays aheadA ghost who visits me every nightReminds me how I didn't m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alakanandas/1848535/ I am aliveI wake up to your skin next to mineMy breath the same as yours I know I am aliveThe two cups of coffee lie on my tableThe unread book,the dishevelled bedAnd your presence feltI am aliveEvery second message that beeps will that be yoursEvery hurting tear I shed ,every.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alakanandas/1848534/ Memories… that is what we live byReminisce some and make some newEach time we walk down these by lanesThey gush in like there were no barriers of ego everThey are as fresh as new, like am living nowWe forgive them with a sigh, a hint of holding back and anudge to move on http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/alakanandas/1848533/