http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sounak97 The original writings of author Sounak Saha en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775986534 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 It was a Friday night,as far back as my memory goes..a night as cloudy as this one.Shackles of routine and the mundane life of ‘contract’ was about to peel away for the second time in the month..and the calendar would flip over to the fabled disguise of promise:The Weekend.   &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sounak97/2103866/ Upon the face of time,along the bygone years..Till where all the horizons blend..From the merging shadows,Death appears..For severed bonds were there to mend..I have seen him walk the broken aisles..I have heard his footsteps too...I know he cleanses the world anew..and in unearthly mockery faintly .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sounak97/2064538/ Here I stand,on a path of no return,And into the darkness it leads..No bend,nor curve..not even a turn..Undeterred;as men of solemn deeds..The road led into the heart of the Night,On and on,as far as the eyes can see...No moment spared..to past misfortune and plight..I took the road that was calling.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sounak97/2064536/ Just read and describe in any way you deem fit! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sounak97/2064314/ Joy and mirth!Carols and rhymes!"Bring forth the cakes and pies..""Dear ones come gather 'round,Spare no moment to disguise." The mother's voice, was followed hence,With glee and jolly pride."Loved be Winter! 'Tis no pretense,In you the Springs confide!" Toasts for tomorrow,within luminous.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sounak97/2060926/ A window sill And the hollow sky,Are all that hold his stare.The naked man, breathed no word ,That the ashen clouds could share."Imminent storms!"-the radio blared;A gust of wind, against whispering walls.A soulless room,A man encaged,A howl of pain within silent halls.He thinks!He thinks!Of crystal.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sounak97/2060923/