http://slow.writerscafe.org/Vaidehi%20Sriram The original writings of author Vaidehi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775593205 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A humourous take on what a ragpicker would think, if he found a book. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vaidehi-Sriram/709054/ Sometimes, when you connect the dots, it can seem cruel... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vaidehi-Sriram/709050/ Love is not always roses and wine.. especially when you're not the chosen one. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vaidehi-Sriram/709047/ He waited not for meAt the banks of the river,He brought not for meGarlands of scented flowers.He spoke not to meOf things great and small;He brought with hima great palanquinStudded with gems;He promised to make methe Queen of his heart.Will you please go tell himI am no Queen?that I have mud on my.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vaidehi-Sriram/709034/ Sleep well, my baby, the night has come.the fragrance of jasmine fills the airwhile my heart makes up dreams for you.no, you will not be a princess-no matter how hard you try;and yes, not an enchantress toofor those are roles thought out too long ago.Tonight you will  be a confused butterfly,we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vaidehi-Sriram/709033/ To the beat of a mazurka,I marched along,towards a sunset, towards a dream.With the smile of a baby,I marched along,One life ends, another begins.Drenched in the summer rain,I marched along,A tear or a drop of light?He marched along too,To the beat of a mazurka,In the gentle rain.He marched along to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vaidehi-Sriram/709030/ Random thoughts.Crinkling rainbows.Smoothing raindrops.Bent sunbeams.Curved rooftops.Purple trees.Orange dreams.Fluttering leaves.Cluttering seeds.Magic lanterns.Wizened babies.Crackling lightning.Sandalwood lining.Jasmine blooms.Going home.Flying kites. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vaidehi-Sriram/709029/ Evening sun.Sometimes speaks a language you cannot understand. ..Is this the same sun that spoke to you?The same sun that framed people’s faces in gold…And smiled at you in glee;The two of you brought togetherIn mystic transcendence?The same sun that burnt you sweetly,after you got wet .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vaidehi-Sriram/709028/ A Haiku for my thoughts! :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vaidehi-Sriram/707234/ What really is motherhood? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vaidehi-Sriram/707233/ A "woman", what does being one mean to me? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vaidehi-Sriram/707232/ A prayer, for madness. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vaidehi-Sriram/707230/ Those little things in life, that bring immense joy.. :) http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Vaidehi-Sriram/707228/