http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ammini The original writings of author Shweta en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775948502 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Not for me to keepLove longingin depths of no blueof carcassand skeletonslike of no beingshands searching in the midst, like in turnsof treasure to find that one yearnsamongst a call to no one in particularto see if a search is worth its dimeto find a meaning of worth, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/3121664/ (Birth story) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2958308/ Tell me of the times, how we sat under the banyans mundanely talking about things so we stayed and lived in each other's silence purposely held in between. Tell me of the times, when you held my hand for the first time and felt the dire need for it. Of the time when I accidentally brushed my cheek a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2955379/ Sometimes I wonderin the cold nightsthe layered usbeneath the wraps, cuddles and inhibitions benigns, yearnings, desires, lustsomewherewe carry the lovechanging forms in shapesas we move in the nothingnessbetween ourselvesemotions like entangled without a wordunleashed entwined.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2954528/ An as is share of love/loss with a dear friend. A quick share of that portion. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2947846/ A raw text http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2906328/ An Attempt at Senryu-- http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2875045/ I was there, waiting..in the hope;In the hope of a moment or two with you?Or was I looking for some conviction?that you were really gone;Like air in that of mistor love lost in the eyes of a loverthat's incapable to carry for its weight of lightness?I was there like air in the sc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2873008/ Then who is she, if not for the muse?Who is she, if not for the words?It was there, where she was born, caged and kept. Captivating,for the others to read and live.It was there from where she enteredthe realms of unimaginable and fantasyinto the minds of the reader,who worshipped her.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2862954/ There are certain things which shan't be saidLike the ones where words deem powerless to express.They simply shy away to meet. They are to be experienced in the solitude of ones being, in the expression of ones intimacy. There is such tenderness.They are never said, never heard, neve.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2859108/ When someone talks passionatelyAnd their voice quivers,It may not beOut of nervousness,Or lack of confidence.But could be out of responsibility,Of accountability,On what their words may holdFor the other person.Is it elevating?Is it too much or too less?Words hold expression .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2858814/ People ask me, "Why always an undertone of anger?Are you short-tempered?"I say, "No, I have a raging soul.Like that of the seaIt knows when to rage and when to calmJust like the waves of the seaEach passing wave knows its tide,From where it emerges and where it will endThe Sun, M.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2857926/ All seasons alike! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2796890/ Amma brought "acchappam" for her. Acchappam is a native snack. It's sweet and looks like a small merry go round in hand. Mol exclaimed and she sang "Amma made acchapam for me, amma made acchapam for me.." Her mother gave her a restrained smile. She asked Ammachi, "Ammachi, you ate?" Ammach.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2084725/ A major part of your life is work http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2080299/ Tick tockThe clock saysI ask what? It says GoI ask Go whereIt says GoTo where I askIt says Tick TockI say enoughLet me restIt says tock tockI say Shut upIt says tick tickI say what is itIt says GoGo to whereLet me restIt says tick tickI say please shut upIt says.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2079821/ A pen in my hand, Twitching and twirlingThinking of it's use In my mundane hand"Oh write something", it saysSomething useful, something purposeful, Something nice, something unburdeningUse me!Oh I am no use twitching and twirlingIn your worthy handI said, "I am on it, my f.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2078862/ A children's poem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2074993/ She is the night, the day and everything in betweenShe is in all the shades of the clouds in the sky and also in the hues, in the saffrons and the violets blend when the sun rise and setShe is in the cries of life of a new born child and in the softness of it sucking the mi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2073729/ I believe nature has its own way of communicating! I had gone for trekking few months ago and it could so evidently be seen. Actually it was more about the 'nature' of the nature. Everything there seemed to be welcoming and friendly. I should say if it was not so, it would never be a trekking point .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/2071892/ Random scribble http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/1945065/ A children's poem, written long back. Only an experiment http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/1945059/ Brainstorms, are there Heartstorms?Heart calm down!When words left unsaidand conveyed in complexitiesHead doesn't turn orsilent words unheardBe calm, oh heart! Don't fuss too much.Time passes, fondness still'feelings' don't 'regret'how dear you were held,please don't tell.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/1925954/ I leave it untouched;The forbearance with which lived,cunning personalities later realisedI leave it there untouched, without attended.Smart, charming, assuring andsometimes seeking assuranceWhen gave it all, knowing nothing of its costCountryside fondness blinded;the tendernes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/1921265/ Wretched, I looked within...Too miserable, diminished I feltO Mother Father !! I feel ashamed of myselfU carry the burden of my resentmentI can't take it any longer..For this was not what I cravedWas this why I worked all day and toiled night hard?Was this what I dreamt for?Oh Exis.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/1907857/ As you cross your age and hit your rounder self, be not scared you girl! The warm shock will allow you to be the woman you always dreamt to be.Be not hesitant as bump's grow on you, Oh girl! You will know the soft suppleness in your skin would be enthralling and fulfilling someday.Carry yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/1907475/ Misty soft eyes, scanty hair,lovely chin of my grandfather withinTeasing and sometimes fighting,couldn't get him enough when he began prankingWise words, engaging and always attentivenever backed down when people turned awayAlways gave some to me when he atereckon that's love to me a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/1906826/ With all of innocence and purity I was bornOpened my eyes to the love and care the world offeredCaressed the flowers and budsWinked back at the twinkling starsDrew lines on foggy planesWondered where the sun set and how the moon diminished its sizeWondered how creation looked so simi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/1903975/ It's fiction http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/1903150/ Brace yourself... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/1902704/ In the hymns of dark night and moonlit skymy thoughts wander around you.The love imperfect, friendly and subtly lustful. The pain of missing you compensated by the coarse incomplete love we carry.And letting it be.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/1902422/ Like a book, worn and thick, I found it in the cobwebs of my thoughtsMy heart lept with joyWanting to read it more I made to get itFarther it went as every move nearer to it I madeIt smiled. Its cover saying "Just be.."That book is to stay unread and should be cherished with its mesmeris.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ammini/1902419/