http://slow.writerscafe.org/Ajeetha94 The original writings of author Joicy Christopher en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775259239 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Fed up http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/2961174/ Written for my niece after a long time. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/2896227/ Congratulations dear http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/2812692/ Words of positivity, which I dedicated to myself before my betrothal. #Anxietyoverloaded# http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/2098607/ "When I see the pearlthat is cozy in her pouchpreciously kept hidden,like the emotions in depth, ridden.I ponder what it is and what it means.... But,when it is plucked out to be seen.I ponder...Why was it hiding in depth for so long?Was it in fear?Fragile or delicate,That is in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/2096612/ Just another try and a continuation# http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/2095946/ 'Tis the time when I Dive in the deepestShattered by tempestSubmerged, divided,Between light and darkThe time when I kiss strangeness to destine unto me...Seized by uncertainty. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/2095595/ Every time I say "this is love"Love flees and leaves meEvery time love looks at me and says'You are more, you contain more, you speak love more'Hence I dug deeper to have more love.And i found you my soul - A world full of treasures ignored. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/2095591/ Things fall apart, beacuse the center has no control.Get hold of your dynamic, magnetic attitude.It's not too late, if you are still ready.Show the world that you are capable.Patience never works when your "self" is in danger.Voice out or else you will be whipped out. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/2092444/ My Friend Shadow doesn’t have a proper growth.Sometimes he is taller as a house,Sometimes he is shorter as a mouse.My friend Shadow is also uncouth.Sometimes he is a Coward,Because he hides behind.Sometimes he is Capitalistic by being forward.For which I’ll never mind,B.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/2092436/ Tear and smile comes togetherFor we can't coexist together'CozYou are summer, I'm winterYou are warmth, I'm coldYou are love personifiedI'm hate personifiedYet I would wish to touch youYou are lively, I'm deadlyYou are colourful, I'm paleYou are virtue, I'm viceYet I woul.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/2045838/ You are my perfect mirror,Who often spot out all error,Errors defined but polished.U look deep Inside my heart,Bringing out the original 'me' apart.You are my straightforward self,Which doesn't need a back up for help,By which 'I' loved.And you'll make me the best,Out of all my z.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/2035102/ Please touch the image for poetry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/1988867/ Time fleets away,All 'those' days are gone.Blindfolded life make you swoon,And reality is too heavy.Crisscrossed rules ahead,Calculation and manipulation;Its definitely a compulsion;To survive on the scaffold.Act accordingly, become a gel.remember, you are mad,'Coz you are no.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/1984415/ Forgetting smile, bound into a corporate life,The prime time of my life is spent to strive.Restless, restless is the internal village which bellows,Solitude soothes the soul which is sinking in sorrows.Everywhere there are Impasse blocks,No one can escape the maze but become corpse.Memo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/1974141/ A try on Acrostic, first letters read the title. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/1974138/ 'Twas once, for me, you were a probability,But today you have become my priority.Dawn and dusk - a mere, usual cycle it is,But now it seems to be amazing and bliss.Colourless, all the channels in mute,Oh my God, I'm missing you dude.Slowly, painlessly, the grief consumes - yet my eyes .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/1974134/ Deep down I found her beyond reach,Her neck strangled,Her hands cuffed,Her ankles chained.What is it to her?A clutch? or,A place of transformation?A domain of recreation?A sphere of orientation?Purposelessly WitherIn that closed boxUnexploredUnpassedUnder layered. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Ajeetha94/1974132/