http://slow.writerscafe.org/Bhargavi The original writings of author Bhargavi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776078126 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 the journey of 6 months into my marrigae http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/1035190/ A blog on my star gazing expedition a few days back.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/972802/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/972801/  The car races and so does my mind through all the while that we have been together.Right from the moment that you tied the knot around mt neck to this moment when I lay curled up by ur side..It hasnt been so long, just about a month or soI am getting to know him.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/962325/  Oh yes! They turned me on;The sight of those slender sinewy long legsA feast for my lecherous lascivious eyesHow my tongue drools;Rubbing my palms stretched all the way upStripping them off the sheer black stockingsNot too lanky, not too shortAmple enough area to smear hands ov.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/962324/  Don’t want to grow up!She doesn’t want to grow up...Bind her againFeels like a shackleHolding the hand she had until crossed the roads,Till yesterday everything was so simple, within reachBut today the doors of the protected cage openedAnd she is thrown into a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/962322/  My museMuses could be nature, love, loss, motherland, godBut my muse is shamelessly jealousyThe uncanny irk that triggered the poet withinAs I sit alone tonight Friendless and pensive,Enveloped in a miasma of nostalgiaSee-sawing between pleasurable memories and painful retros.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/962320/  She looks at her wedding ring and smiles,Is it at the new man without or the new woman withinIs it the shy remembrance of a night of full lustful abandon or a spiritual consummation of two souls?Or it may just be a picture of her blushing at his playful caress?Is it caref.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/962319/  Little feet in bright colour shoes jumpin’ hopscotchSkater boys, in bright red and blue costumes whoosh past like spider-man and superman gliding on the road..Squally, dribble oozing infants like the ugly aliens of a sci-fi venture intent at making hell the life of their earthly mu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/962318/  Children’s RhymeRhymes I learnt as a childFilled my tiny head with imaginations new foundI created newer worlds with each one of themRoamed into them with the players and made one of themThe fairy worlds were all so beautifulEach one so remarkableWith the little I knew of.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/962316/ This is a book, where I am going to put up my thoughts and feelings as and when they keep coming to check how I grow, the trends of my thought processess, how my priorities change etc etc.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/962297/ I have tried to pen down my first paragliding experience http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/960888/ poem padho aur khud jan jao http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/822369/ Just a fleeting careless coquetry.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/808190/ another of my train journey writings.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/804775/ bought a friend a book as a present and this is the note i wrote on the front page.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/804773/ It is a glimpse of an average work day of most Indian working population enduring a most uninspiring job that is driven more out of necessity than choice.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/774879/ Vine Whine This mortal part of mine,I metamorphose into a vine;Twirling, curling, rolling snapping,Cheering in the sunshine,Refusing all confine;Only to be trodden by weeds, left to whine,Lay curled up supine;For a sinewy stalk did I pine?It was fate’s design so benign.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/749535/ Its about my metro journey and the interesting incidences encountered http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/734711/ A peak into history http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/713486/ Its a farewel poem to a dear friend http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/713415/ An urge to my future partner http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Bhargavi/713407/