http://slow.writerscafe.org/Muskan0611 The original writings of author Muskan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775978429 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dear Paraclete, perceive me a way,Desire I to animate like a stray, Close to none but known to some,Unapprensive about the upcoming whenever I lay,Cherishing me , my happiness even in my grey@ Muskan http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2168110/ I know not what is depression,is it all about this word called 'tension'?Wrong am I , in stating that....consoling the sobing me,scolding the weak me,empathising the lonely me,blaming the right me,patting the nocturnal me,mauling the fuming me,criticizing the botching me,hating.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2167895/ CASTE', not barely a word,but a mark of identity in this world, pursuant to which one is servedIt decides one's vocation,also the character and the dominationStill we chant that we are identical God's creationMore than personality,surnames are valuedWhen traits match not one's ex.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2167893/ Nah Nah Nah...my baby girl,Keep no tears , keep no fears,Buckle up Buckle up,Bring that bossy b***h out,that you've been hiding since yearsYou're the tigress, whose roar would overrule,You're the kindest witch in this world cruel,You for sure owe no answers to this crowd of fools,Y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2166504/ Dear Bully,All the words that were fun to you,turned out to be foil for someTeasing some back then was your favourite past time,I don't know if you have realized it now,that it was and is a crimeDear BullyJust to be in lime light,you teased them for their short or tall heightOf c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2166503/ I look at the sky,dark not blue,but above the people,wearing mask blueI feel pity for those animals,for whom, we humans are the criminals,because all they see,is a sheath of soot aroundand to breathe this air,they’re boundTo feel pity for we humans,m.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2151228/ You don’t want to eat,with the farmer who grows your wheatYou want sanitation workers to clean your sewer,But offended you feel, when they come nearYou drink even cow’s urine,But you make sure, that cowherd,even on your car, mustn’t leanYou want to ornam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2151222/ Time is the most proficient player!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2120572/ Let the nights make you sob like a childBut force the mornings to let you roar like a woman wild http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2119923/ Your body decides to starveWhen your brain decides to surfeit http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2119088/ Here I sit, clearly confused, about the brain soberly boozedWith my tame wild,I hear of the small crowd around,Like a wise fool,they all sound http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2118422/ Success is counted sweetestIs what all chant,But the ones who grasp doesn'tAbout it,they always rantAsk I now that,Owning a house hefty with magnificent viewIs success pursuant to vous?But what about the housemates to getWho stands by vous even in your blues?Owning a car with .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2115722/ Dear AlmightVisit I, thy human-made home on days fewYes bend I, don't in front of thy statueBut even in my blueBelief in thee, I continueThy voice echoes in my earAsking to set myself freeWithout anyone's fearBut then why,Thee didn't let me write my destiny?When my soul had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2111319/ Manhood!!We foresee our men ,to be citizens betterWhen we ourselves in childhoodGave them the erroneous instruction letterTo our boy of fiveWe hushed him saying"Boys don't cry"And taught him to be ,always tough in lifeTold him we thatMen don't wear pinkAbout the barbies,he .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2107432/ Marvelous are these Nyctophile,In that dull dingy night,They with those stars,Sit and talk awhileTo them, Moon narrates his experiences wildListen they ,with great curiosityLike a 5 year old grandchildDuring every nighttideThese highbrows,sit with their pastReckoning about the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2105792/ They too deserve the respect http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2104113/ This is a tale of love,Between a wolf below and moon above.They both in solitudeCurse their fateAber adore they ,each other every dayLike a faithful loving mateTo express its love,the wolf howlIts evidence is securedBy the king of night, the owlFlickering its lightMoon too e.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2102738/ She is wild yet loyal http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2101162/ Wild lives in her soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2100397/ Friendly foes http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2100120/ Indeed black is beauty http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2100104/ Yes,am characterless http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2100100/ Impurity isn't equal to menstruation http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Muskan0611/2100099/