http://slow.writerscafe.org/Aster The original writings of author Aster en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776003336 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Experiences and not just perceives,by visual sense organsnot only sex but moves his fingersover my body as if locating his own city,marking out his favorite destinations,experiences this masterpiece,and observes its details,with an urge to touch itand a bit by bit keeps the memoirsof each perfect de.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aster/1910614/ You looked exactly the same, as I could rememberDarker eyes, slim body, messy black hairOur laughter still echoed to all cornersReaching my ears like a heavenly musicThere you were, the boy whom I hadloved since little, standing at a distanceholding her handThe distance was a few feet,But for me, it.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aster/1905354/ Apoem to those lonely timesAndhis happy mindHiddenin my lettersArethe lost momentsAnoyster’s desiresunbuttonedwhilechangingdifferent masksinthis chaos of daylight,Awokeat midnightIna hope to see myshapelessdecorated dreamsWi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aster/1905350/ “You are way too lonely”, he said.Yes, I am.But I did try hard not to reveal this up.Trust me when I say this.I try hard every day to hide my inner selfAnd more prominently try hard to protect it from externalismyes, I try hard not to feel this way.But unfortunately some way or the other.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aster/1902289/ There’s no going back toThose discrete pieces anymoreThat broke me into  More tiny piecesThose brimful hands of forgivenessAnd an urge to get me backAre still insisting upon meNo going back to those hands againThe mirror reflects backThose shattered pieces,That lay alone in This scathy is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aster/1902288/ I wish I could fallasleep asAs fast I couldpeacefullyBetween the steps ofdancing feetOut there tohappiness or Might be a lossTo the music of lovecoming home,To the music of loveleaving home,Between the weeps ofa child To have a chocolateOr to jus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aster/1902287/   I looked into you.                                 And tears rolled down my cheeks        &nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aster/1902286/ Ah, 86/1, college street, I felt privileged to enter the gates and be a part of this prestigious institution-Presidency university.Walking up the famous stairs of the main building was just an overwhelming feeling.Before being a part of this family. I had heard that Presidency loves you back no matt.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aster/1902284/ Those Butterflies  quiver gently in my stomachWhen I pass by you till today,Do they still mean something?Or do they appear just out of nowhere?I try hard not to cling to this idea,But still I thinkyou need to know,Not everyone under this gleaming sunDeserved, deserves or will deserveThe sensual.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Aster/1902279/