http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sujash The original writings of author Sujash I. Purna en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997068 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 The Pleasure that abideth for a moment... The Sorrow that endureth for ever... for a friend this poem isn't worthy of http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/1011771/ An essay I was supposed to spit out for my English course at IBA, DU http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/1003080/ My whimsical insight into a mundane everydayer http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/998826/ of succubi, of lust http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/995666/ Another, From The Heavens type... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/994592/ Milklight suicide... The final ache... Numbness filled pride... And the darkness vague http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/990124/ I found this poem in a torn piece of paper from one of my old school exercise book... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/939427/ A short space! A short thought! A short-timed homicide! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/908275/ My first amateur foray into the prose macabre...It's not frightening... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/867385/ My bittersweet reminiscences about the girl of my dream; Nellie Pierce, whom I could never tell how much I loved her...My love was pure...I wish she realised... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/773371/ Money and luxury; the rich w****s. Love and beauty; the plain spinsters. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/772001/ Written from my QWERTY-less cell-phone...so don't bother if it's a bit over-laconic http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/771622/ In collaboration with Nellie Pierce http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/766265/ In collaboration with Nellie Rose Pierce http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/766263/ In collaboration with Nellie Pierce http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/766262/ I don't know when I wrote it...I have just found it today lurking in a back page of some dog-eared school exercise book...I was kind of addled when I wrote it I reckon.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/763705/ Inspired by Muse's Shrinking Universe from Hullabaloo http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/762700/ Have money? Dreams...you can buy any! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/762184/ Hopelessly...children suffer the worst brunt of their parents' misdeeds and whims... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/761661/ This is not a Song 2 by Blur http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/761657/ There are more beautiful things I haven’t yet seen http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/761242/ this was written in August 2008...naive hand...so apologies if there is any mistake... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/760086/ from gardens of hopes to the streets of emptiness...I search for the flower that is lost in the jaundiced street-lights... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/760017/ wimpy men write poetry...while muscular men rape... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/756847/ LOVE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/754310/ I'm alive! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/752880/ It's about my inborn indignation about the sanguine aspects of my life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/752878/ Slough of Despond; the worst place in the world and I can't be anywhere but there with my writer's block... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/744935/ Being the perfect Walter Mitty, it took me years to know how much time I've wasted in the make-believe... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/713488/ This poem is dedicated to my dear English teacher who suffered and died from liver cancer a year ago. May his soul rest in peace. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/710239/ Times we lived in hiding ourselvesTimes we lived like lazy elvesWho know tricks but hardly useFor the fear of making abuseBut thus shall we live our daysOr put behind our strait-laces?And embark on the thing in vogueThat has and perhaps will make us good blokesThe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/709563/ It was written a couple of years ago. A pretty girl who I was too shy to talk to is my inspiration here. Now I ponder...I haven't overcome this weird shyness of mine...yet! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/709003/ I have let this flower bloom in me,To my ignominy I let it full-fledged blossom,I am its lone gardener,And alone I’ll walk in my gardenWhen I dream my raison detreWithin it, within the flower I let bloom.I watered, paid days and nightsThough none came to touch, none to smellBut I know how grac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/707956/ It was published in the Daily Star's Rising Stars: http://www.thedailystar.net/rising/2009/11/04/scr01.htm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/706733/ Blurred, every visionStupendously staggering, as if to fallNightmares encircling, alter egos crumbling to dustHorn-rimmed glasses, broken cigarettesHandmedown jackets and shoesNewspapers calling their headlinesMario Puzo is laying on the sofaSherlock Holmes; the state of the art seriesCouch potatoes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/706605/ It’s between him and the worldThat he belongsHe had too much of the untold;And this irks when he pretendsAs if he were the soleOwner of gaiety that his world evokes. A Jack of all trades;He is the master of none.None of those the juggernauts have;Not a gift of the gab,Not a sleight of hand,But.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/705975/ woo your own soul... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/704675/ Published in the Daily Star's Rising Stars : http://www.thedailystar.net/rising/2008/01/01/back.htm http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/704027/ Death...it's all we wait for consciously or subconsciously... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/702981/ A secret revolution http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/701440/ An owl flew late in the eventideAt first from a bough and then to a spire of a churchI sat below some shades YearningCrabwise, an amateur readerOf signs, foresights,Then I dipped my eyes in a pond of museI pared down to my skin on every silent waveAnd felt the coldn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/700893/ I gave up being sociable,I’d ruined it all I knew.My friends had left; my old palsMy lovebirds, away they flew. It gives me a guilty pleasureTo be alone.A perfect hermit in a cornerAn uncouth creature who never shone. I were I wish sometime.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/700339/ This one has been published in my college magazine and also in a local newspaper. It was written two years ago. Definitely my writing has improved since then.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/700336/ It's sheer mockery against some High-nosed Snobbish people http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/700335/ A fussy but caring lover over his first love's excitement...Does she love mistletoes? Does she love his minstrels? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/700322/ A flawed educational system can give births to idiots http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/700315/ Musings over a bitter rejection of first love...never the twain shall meet... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/700313/ After reading George Orwell's Animal Farm and 1984, I couldn't stop myself from writing this. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/700034/ Time is never tempted by beauty...Beauty grows old too http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/699926/ My reflection on a long walk through some rain soaked city streets http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujash/699923/