http://slow.writerscafe.org/myst-ry The original writings of author myst-ry en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776345672 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Needs no readsWhenreflections talkof the words that belong, to what is held between the lines. And second tells you are going on.. Reflecting your existenceEver http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/2160391/ Come out of those noxious smoke whorlsof the stinky puddle in that crystal glassof the dark memories of once dreamt world.Wake upto your own rays, O Sun! to the newer vistas that wait for youto new colours of ever moving vibrant world.Laugh!For then the world will laugh with yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/753252/ We worship the sun rising out of ugly night,scattering lumens, making the world bright.Why don't we salute it, when its setting?When lost is its power and darker its getting?Its not sinking for the loss of light,but to conserve it out of our sight.Building up the store, for next pa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/753250/ dedicated to the medical fraternity http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/749522/ Across my mind,thoughts of shifting the hibiscusfrom left to right,break me upinto halves:equally brokenequally unheardbut..unequally visible. You are feltin the virtual touchof fingers that caress my hairlocksthat hold the remnant endof our knot's thread,but the other half feels... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/748543/ Your existence wasin the unscratched walls,encased in the shell of deeper wombbeyond the limits of purple depthsthat you or none as a man can reach! and you could never realise.. Your exit was accompaniedwith pains more than of parturitionmore waters than the visible gushstill no c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/744391/ in 10 words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/735496/ In attempts to scrape off darkness from the others who are eclipsed,we instead splatter ink from our pensstaining the lines that we ourselves eroded and search for rays we once blocked and evaded. As we approach bewilderinglyto halt the penumbra from expandingexpecting their sight, vivid, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/735460/ A dedication to my late father http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/733875/ inspired by the painting 'Lady at the Window' by Laurie Parker http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/733868/ the poem is based on the practice of polygyny practised in certain communities, here protagonist being the first wife and the second person being the next wife of the same man http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/732612/ Its rare for a silent moment to be totally silent, there's always a background white noise. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/731458/ a dedicated write, written on behalf of a close woman friend of mine. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/731262/ a reverse narrative http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/730586/ a piece of flash fiction in 100 words http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/729652/ dear Lord.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/729528/ The joy of living http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/728215/ An alien, its not mine,still aching inside me.My own being calmat its own pace,comfortable, restingat the native place.But there's this uneasinessof your anxious heart, aching inside me. The torture I can't bearand not relieve either.Can't analgize itwhen its not mine,the tearing pain from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/727790/ The shining you, up theredo you listen to me?Maybe you would even later than you see me.Don't know if you still exist there.I come out and look at youto see your shine,and the twinkle in you.Some say calm, soothingand the radiant star are you.The star fixed there, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/727744/ While looking over my ill kept tablemy hands vaguely wander all aroundsearching for nothing,expecting nothing.Suddenly, they catch hold of this little bookfrom the junk filled in the rough edged drawer.What is this?My oldest, my first dictionarywith meanings that I learnt over d.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/727582/  ...then I diedwith intact breathsin my full senses. At the invisible height are etchedsomewhere, the happiest wordson the saddest of my virtual graves. At the end of this lifesomewhere, are first breathsof another bubbling lifetime. At the darkest of depthssomewher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/727066/ Inspired by the life story of one of my patients, I happened to have a close interaction with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/725371/ . Too less: suffocatesToo much: unreciprocates . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/myst-ry/725369/