http://slow.writerscafe.org/Zubiachalkoo The original writings of author zubia en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775997132 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In the rains and the rays;I shall bloom and growlike a blossom;Delicate to touch,vulnerable to the winds;But shielded by what I endured. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zubiachalkoo/1999163/ I'm going home in the same old car,Travelling the same roads that I've travelled before.Reflecting the brightness of the afternoon sun, The road shines in the midst of apple trees.And my vehicle suffers the same fate as me;To the right, orchards pass by, The left side holds no different .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zubiachalkoo/1998271/ Here comes the riegn of dark,Peaceful and quiet after a noisy day;Yet it brings sounds more clear,Beautiful in a peculiar way.The fourth adhaan of the daytime,escorted by the humming which comesfrom the dancing wings of cicadas.The tapping sound of dusty shoes,of a few young men .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zubiachalkoo/1969263/ From a beautiful valley called Kashmir I hail.I wake up to the mist and breeze at home;But as I open the window to breathe fresh,I smell the smoke from the fire all round,Ignited by those sitting on the throne.I sit by the Jhelum to heal my heart;I watch the river flow and silently dep.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zubiachalkoo/1965551/ The heart is so fragile yet so strong;To withstand the storms triggered by changing seasons.To bloom in springs, give away love ;and wither away in the harshness of autumn.To burn but to prosper in the haze of the summers.To create a beautiful illusion,and disappear in the mist of the wi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zubiachalkoo/1964672/ Deep inside my radiant self,lies a winged being ready to fly.To tear me apart and howl loud,To break the silence and jump up high.High up where there's no pain,and no bars to hold, to restrainthe monster dwelling in this soul;Struggling to live or to die.Somewhere inside this shall.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zubiachalkoo/1964416/ A dellusion that created itself in my head,has my heart beating fasterand sweat tripping over my face.I pull myself up breathing heavier as ever,I close my eyes, getting yet another shiver.My mind dwelling in a quivering soul,fails to chase the hallucination away.The silence brings sou.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Zubiachalkoo/1964231/