http://slow.writerscafe.org/NEHA0203 The original writings of author NEHA en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776028574 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Death brings tears,Death is depressing.Yet it quenches the thirst of peace.Dying is but an artI do it exceptionally well.Death must be so beautiful,To lie on the soft brown earth,With the grasses flying over my head,To forget time,To hear silence,To have no tomorrow & no yesterda.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NEHA0203/2033186/ #JusticeForAsifa http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NEHA0203/2032046/ Dedicated to my maternal grandmother from my mother http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NEHA0203/2031761/ THE LEAST OF A TRIBUTE http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NEHA0203/2031401/ Sitting on a rockStaring at a streamThe moon senileGiving me companyWinds hugging my hairA horse kissing a mareRaindrops rippling my skinI SAT THERE..OBSESSED WITH DEATH...... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NEHA0203/2028125/ dedicated to ADRIJA DI who passed out class 12 and left me alone.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NEHA0203/2021785/ I'm not prettyNO, not being cheekyBut being bold.Crush on guys admiring eyes-every lady longsfor a stud& I did toolike a young teen!Slapped my facewith face creams,lined my eyelidsblack and blue & my lipswith other hues,though failed not justbillion timesbut zillion times billionti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NEHA0203/2019554/ It's a Saturday night& he's working late.Its okay...because he says he loves me.he returns home tired,& opens the bedroom door,I'm lying on the bedwith lots of pain in my head.He unbuttons his shirt,takes off his tieI get up to help..He holds me by my waist,pulls me towards hi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NEHA0203/2017710/ TEARDROPS HITTING THE FLOORMY HEART HITTING YOUR DOOR.STILL CONCEALING MYSELF WITH SMILESFADING AWAY AT THE FEET OF "GOOD-BYE".WON'T YOU OFFER ME A SHAWL THIS NOVEMBER?WON'T YOU GIFT ME A KISS THIS WEEK?WON'T YOU LAY DOWN ON MY LAP TONIGHT?WON'T YOU EVER CUSHION ME WITH YOUR HUGS?WON'T YOU EVER STOP.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NEHA0203/2017454/ Addicted to younow my eyes are.Poisoned with the drug of your lovemy blood is.Who are you-Who made my heartlove me less &long you more?Who are you-Who caged me into your loveand chained me to your heart?Sleepless nights,frozen skin dreaming of your touch;waiting to be kissed & wait.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NEHA0203/2017166/ Wiped the dusty windowscapsized the letters,& the yellow diary pages.Walked past the past,meandered into the future,but nowherecould I find you...Doubts overloaded witheyes full of despair I wept in the lap of "the end".I shrieked and stitcheda new sad story...But then.....Paused my painRes.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NEHA0203/2017165/ Winds whistling past usfelt so frosty around yet so warm between us...The love birds humming our love songthe liles lulled the moonThe trees bowedthe stream sailed slow...Me in your arms You in my eyeswe drank the love potionof a rose...soaked into sensualityWe taped our fairy-taleamidst a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NEHA0203/2016894/ But a glass of elderflower wine can make your night. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NEHA0203/2016692/ Raindrops kept wetting my cheeks,I kept on stamping mud under my bare blistered feet,Struggling through the thorny bushes,Trying to escape from the wild wolves.I missed my steps and fell down; I crawled...Blood forced out of my knees."The chains were better"-My inside moaned.Knifes fell in love.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NEHA0203/2016446/ This poem describes the jerks a teenager undergoes at every stage of life. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/NEHA0203/2016313/