http://slow.writerscafe.org/Mehta The original writings of author Mehta en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776128587 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dear  loneliness Dear loneliness "Feeling entrapped ,Around these thoughts of pain ;Holding in my hands , no longer alive But mentally dead from inside. Everyday struggles of life ,Even if it is running short of money , not having friends , ashamed yourself,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mehta/2086397/ pleasure for me would be the soul asking itself to be who it is , confining your dream to it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mehta/2036740/ ...... in my eyes you are me,but i do not know who you areIt tries to evade from me,whats the relation of bond with youI am broken enough not look for you,but you look for me, as i am not into youNeglected by my own body, its like sun without sunshine, heart without heartbeat , moon not staying brig.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mehta/2034051/ Little hopes happiness failure makes one wince through once pain of life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mehta/2028608/ Menstruationwhat does menstruation mean to usa part of the body or the discharge of blood from women’s body,Yes, it s the discharge of women’s blood from her womb.Many of see when we are on periods, we usually say ”yuck, disgusting”and always blame god by sa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mehta/2014799/ depression is cause to sufferance of life time. It is a livivng part of life to let it remain by your thoughts http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mehta/2002711/ LIFE IS A LIKE RIDING A BICYCLE WE FALL, WE GET AGAIN WE FALL AND AGAIN WE GET UP. LIFE IS A JOURNEY BEGINS WITH A SINGLE STEP TO INDICATE HERSELF WITH HOPE AND LOVE. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mehta/2002052/ khushi pani ki tarah behati hai or hawaa ki tarah choomantar ho jati hai . dukh ka bhi ek hi matlab har pal badatl te rehna. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mehta/2001372/ love is meant to be temporary as like smiling of the face as brighter as sun . love has no language, it is own langauge to live. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mehta/2000493/                what if my heart is broken               what if my heart is broken today,               what if my feet are tired.              &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mehta/1999596/ Nature is us. Nature is our environment which enthralled us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Mehta/1989392/