http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ayeshaa The original writings of author Ayeshaa en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776041460 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am the diary of a happy past.I am the carefully wrapped old dusty photograph in a bundle of clothes.I cannot end the conflicts and displacement.But I can soothe the bruised hearts.I become then a happy memory.I become then a straw they cling at.They smile by having a glance at me. By s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1878124/ The message you read everyday is lettered with the deepest words.Words fade away if not inked on paper or expressed.They are buried in the mind's eye.They are concealed behind the veil of silence.They smother like a firefly trapped in a jar.Death invades life.The penned words are beyond .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1878120/ I am the bead of sweat on the farmer's brow.I see his toil in the sweltering heat.I am close to him.I become an inseparate part of him.I know his quandary, dejection and delights.I shed a tear when he cries.I share a laugh when he laughs.I listen to the whispers of his heart.In his h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1878112/ The soul wild in all its senseUntamed and fiery.Encaged in the world of madness and wildernessLost in the maze of petty wishes of the heartDancing blindly to the tunes of the mindSpewing gush of fires to the threatLike the fire - breathing dragons.Dust off the soul.A thin veil oblite.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1878108/ Never think i harbour ill feelings in my heart.Only I and my heart know the deepest truth.If you nurture this slightest seed of thinkingYou shrink away from my goodness unseen.Years of geniality shall get eroded in the waves.Like the foam crumbling in the vast sea.Like the footprints on .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1878103/ "Like songs, life takes you to places." After all, that day had eventually come. As being enthusiast wanderlust, we were eager to discover the southern part of India where there is the amalgam of rich cultures, heritage, unique cuisine and exotic places. The quest to explore new places thrilled us. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1873752/ Albeit this world is transient.Yet i've found fullness in it.They say life is a 'void'.Yet, i've consumed it.The golden rays of hope.Like the rays of sunScatter and envelope my life.The black clouds are dissipated.Surrounded by sheer joys.I smile and laugh.Rejoicing in the hidden.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1873741/ The bird in flight sets for its journey.In the ceaselessly fleeting sky.It relishes the sweet taste of freedom.Uncaged, it goes to the unexplored path.To some unknown placesTo some unknown voyage.Unbound, it crosses the boundaries.Bind me not also.Let not the doubts beset me.Let me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1873737/ In the joyful heyday of friendshipMany memories surge in the mind.The dusky path brightens.The mind tells a tale.It all seems like the glorious song of the nightingale.Our smiling faces lighten the heaviness of the day.Weariness vanishes in the air.Peals of laughter pierce the stillnes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1873735/ The foamy waves crashing against the rocks.The rocks silently bearing the sloshing of waves.Now and then, the crest of waves getting higher.The tides getting intense, enormous, violent.The rocks rooted firmly in its placeUngiving.The current of waves shattered.Disintegrated to go back.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1873732/ The sun had not crawled in.Little stars were strewn here and there.The moon was fading away.The beams of sun pierced the sky gradually.A kind of coldness pervaded the air.A chilled breeze was blowing.I looked furtively from the window sill.The morning dew on the leaves glimmered.The .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1873731/ We went on a voyage into an altogether different world.The feeling of epiphany dawned upon us.The world of enlightenment marveled us.The smell of flipping pages passed through our nose.It aroused our curiosity.We reveled in the masterpieces who penned heartedly.Countless books made vehem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1873721/ Incessant tears are flowing from the eyes of Aleppo.The knell of death can be sensed every day, every timeIn the narrow and shadowy streetsIn the dusty roads covered in thick grimeIn the deserted market placeIn the shops with shutters closed and blinds drawn.The yore obliterated by the m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1873514/ They were in rags.Dressed shabbily, unlocked hair, torn clothesBearing the sad countenanceThey sat across the street for mercy.With a wish for alms or food.They went from cars to cars.Sometimes, a coin or two tinkles in their bowl.Staring miserably at the passersbyHoping for a kind g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1873485/ The intricate webs of talks are laid.The sweet tongues praise you.Words coated with flattery are spurted out.The same talk bitter of you behind.Behind the veil, concealed are many a masks.Some have fallen.Some yet to fall off.Some call you their own.But disown you in odds.The fragi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1873304/ The heart pains to see them.It is a matter of pride for them.They, wrapped in a thin sariIn a dirty sandals, a bindi on their forehead radiantCovering their head with their ghoonghatBeads of sweat glistening on their brows and skinUnder the vagaries of the weatherThere, they are workin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1873284/ I smile and yet there are tears concealed in my eyes.I keep on jabbing and yet i veil my inner self.I tell you my stories and yet there are endless mysteries untold.The old chapters of the past are closed and yet its pages are bent on flipping. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1873028/ By quirk of fate we met.The tide of time passed on.The chronicle of our journey moved on.Unalloyed and unadulterated, it bloomed.Nurturing dreams deep inside.We dreamed big.Our young free minds full of aspirations.We thought touching the sky.The path thorny and velveted.We rose and.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ayeshaa/1867324/