http://slow.writerscafe.org/NidaMalik The original writings of author Voice en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776022541 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A pen in my hand, a paper in front,My mind lost and wandering in voidsVoids in which agony dances with pleasureVoids in which the pain laughs and the soul screamsThese voids are haunted by the bygonesWhose scary laughters are like thunderstorms.In there,Some words are floating,Enta.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NidaMalik/2075014/ By 'love', it means 'the feeling of love', not 'a person who is loved'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NidaMalik/2011949/ Back to your city,But what a pity!There is no "you" in your city. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NidaMalik/2011786/ A castle of sandI made with my hand,Stands tall and high,But I ask myself whyI wasted my precious timeTo commit this needless crimeOf building a fragile architectureA soul-less vulnerable structureAnd as sea waves rise again,I find no way to save my terrainMy masterpiece is rob.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NidaMalik/2011289/ Just when it looks likeYou're about to matchThe colors of Rubik's cube,And you're about to catchThe long - awaited fish of desire,And you're about to snatchYour life back from eagle's claws,And you're about to patchThe torn pieces of your soul,And you're about to latchThe doors o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NidaMalik/2010992/ Living in a house of finite walls,We wait for the moment when infinity calls.And so we mistake some voices of loveTo be the call from eternal cove.We merry and rejoice as we fall in loveSinging the songs of cuckoos and doveThinking that at last we have foundSomething in this world, so .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NidaMalik/2010921/ Who am I?Projection of a greater conscience or a soul under hallucinationsThe king of the logic or a slave of countless emotionsThe love of the mother or the cry of a childThe rush of a city or a hunt in the wildThe lust and the greed, or the honesty of loveThe eagle about to attac.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NidaMalik/2009317/