http://slow.writerscafe.org/khanfairy The original writings of author Fairy Khan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776015394 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I have not bent my pen to paper in seasons, yet my devotion lingers, silent as a shadow, spilling over the edges of forgotten days. If I were to measure the gaps, the void where words once blossomed, an unspoken heart would offer no lyric. But love, it is the reweaving, the deli.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2906427/ What is love to you, my distant one?Is it a shadow cast by the setting sun,A fleeting glance, a whispered breeze,Or something more that no one sees?Is it a silence where words should be,A cold retreat, an endless sea,A touch that lingers, yet feels so far,A distant, faint, and fading.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2891752/ In the shadows where the silence screams,Dwells a realm beyond our darkest dreams.The moonlight pales, the stars retreat,As night unfolds its cold conceit.Whispers echo in the void,Promises of light destroyed.The air grows thick with sorrow's breath,A chilling dance with silent death.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2890596/ In the depths of my soul, a whispering call,What's wrong with me, I wonder, after all?An emptiness, a yearning, I can't deny,A nostalgia that haunts, makes me sigh.What am I missing, in this hollow space,That fills me with anxiety's embrace?As if I've cherished what I can't recall,Lo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2889078/ In the mirror's gaze, I see the truth unfold,A reflection of a soul, beautifully bold.In the vast universe, a unique star's birth,I am enough, a treasure of infinite worth.Not measured by standards, by judgments or weight,But by the love within, a force truly great.In every heartbeat, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2865681/ I wasn't looking but there you were,a familiar face, smiling at me with stars shining through your eyes,and I was mesmerised,for I had only been scorched by the burning sun.So I grabbed your hand the moment you leaned towards me, and suddenly I thought I could run from these demons,the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2836397/ Tell me if ever the heart stopsfrom the grief, the hurt, the love?Then tell me again why I mustn't be forlorn,like the moon shining above?I see the lights, the stars, the flames,and the ruins left behind,but tell me why you only seethe burdens of my mind?The world, it moves madly.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2810692/ My mind, it fails me. For I remember somethings,then nothing.I touch my wounds,and they ache, bleed at the slightest touchof my thoughts,so they must be physical, raw, real. I am made of dreams,unsafe inside my body,so I wait for myself,in the middle of a burning house,we.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2776604/ It is colored hopeless,black like a bad dream,my life;and this faith which I can still see,or is it getting faintby the moment?And my heart,is it sinking or justwasted?God knows I try,but my sinsare too heavyfor my back to carry,so I am suffocatingas I breathe,I a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2768533/ Inspired by "Kafka on the Shore" by Haruki Murakami. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2764267/ We lay beneath the myrtle tree,my love and I,our hearts blossominglike its flowers, pink with passion and pain. We wept with the rain,my love and I,our eyes dried, but faces dripping, withdreams and desires deluging us. We shone with the sun,my love and I,our bodies burni.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2758309/ You beloved are a dream,a delusion of my essence,running deep within my veinsfilled with blood, fire and you.You're a truth half realised-everything I had wished for,nothing l had hoped;running deep within my soulincinerated by my love,unrequited. I think I'll never write abo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2638623/ There's a lovely distant place somewhere only I know,where the sun shines bright through the winter's snow.The birds there sing songs of sweet serenity,the winds dance and the rain pours tranquility. The brooks flow and the grasses stand and gaze,the stars peep through the cl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2488323/ I hopethe sun shines bright where you areand the sky is forever so blue,the flowers on my side have witheredand the nights aren't as beautiful too.I hope the storms don't know where you areand you find the peace you never found,the water has crept above my headand I can see darkn.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2478270/ The flowers were dancing, blush and green; then someone else's winter came,and they froze. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2467125/ Beyond what you see,my words fail me,this is an odyssey,of my years to twenty-three.The desire to be free,owing none an apology,for unfurling the dark prophecy, but in all modesty. Young prodigy, seeking peace constantly,stuck between the devil and the deep blue sea.Thi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2377913/ afireyou are the scorching sunwhich sets aflame the worldbut the gentle zephyr wind for mewhich soothes my skin with it's soft touchat the end of an unforgiving summeryou are the fiery orange of the flamewhich burns within my heart for the love you set alight when.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2172059/ I cut my hands and heart for you;Whilst you stood there and watched,Undaunted;And said that I didn't bleed enough.You smoked the ashes of my pride,Then held my hair and ate your words;Time takes time, we both know;Yet sometimes, like tonight, the rain is full of gho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2168686/ Inspired by the Danish Hygge. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2168673/ I keep catching your glimpses Through the crevicesOf the tall weeping willowsSurrounding the fences Where you always keep standingWith your heart of gold And your hands of rockHolding an incandescent lampWhich should have been warm,But isn't.I gaze at your silhouette,You are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2165756/ and the fury of my wrathwill destroy all your dreams,and I'll sit on your throneand watch you turn into ruins,and I'll wreck your soul better than you did mine,and the catastrophe of deathwill rain upon you all,and on your knees you'll prayto cease what just began.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2162141/ This incessant desirefor the autumnal browns,and my eyes unwilling to seethe hopeful hues of the spring...I wish I could bury the echos of your sweet nothingsand the songs of your hollow whisperswhere you left me,clueless of the treading eternal winters. And if I could,I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2161278/ As I sit in a room full of people, and feel nothing but emptiness crawling up on me, fast; growing on me like shadows eclipse the light,it keeps dragging me back to my past,just like God annihilates the ungodly at last. Descried by none while I lay lifeless, it pulls me by my hair, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2160669/ You tried to touch the sky, O Icarus.Though you fell, you inspire.You make me want to have faithand never be afraid to try.Even so, Apollo melted your feathers of wax,and burned your skin,aiming for the sun was nothing like you thought,and the ocean's thunder your ultimate peace. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2159994/ How do we become the fools of paradiseeven though we live in hell?Why do we let hope kill us?Why don't we get down the carousel?Why do we ask questionswe already know the answers to?Why do we say that the sky is greenwhen it won't make it any less blue. Though the carousel doesn'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2145705/ Disguised as clouds, their wings they flutter,flying past heaven’s doors;when the fairies flitter their rain drenched hair,the divine drizzle pours. ‘Tis an elixir of love and life,caress it with your fingers again,and let it lave all your troubles,let it wash away yo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2123696/ They ask us to give up;Forget our freedom. ‘Your struggle is hopeless,Your blood, water.’They clean their sinful bodies,With sinless gore. Atone by tormenting,The youth; our future. They say we are treacherous,For demanding what’s ours,Treat us like monster.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2123385/ 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐀 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢&#119836.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2123281/ Far away in an abandoned place,She holds him in her cold embrace. Storms come and go forth; Still,A candle keeps burning on their window sill. She digs herself deeper in his chest,Unaware of the trouble, they both rest. The water creeps and howls, Shrill;A candle keeps burning on the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2122573/ This abyss, that is my life;Wreathing around the cold shroud of my undead body,Spiraling into darkness and coming back again,To haunt me;Pulling me backfrom the deep dark sea of gloom,And suffocating me in a puddle,Who knew I would drown in shallow waters? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2121137/ A fictional erotica. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2120942/ Born from dust,Brought to it at last,We are all humans;Mortals, like the shadows we cast.Running after the world,Trying to contain it in a jar,But our hands are too weak,And the end is so far. We kill and hunt and chase,We have lost our minds and ways,I call to you for help,.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2120819/ Her eyes open a little and see the morning light coming through the sheer curtains of her room. She lazily streches her arm and grabs her phone from the nightstand. “Oh my God! How is it already 11:30?”, she panics, as she gets up and rushes into the washroom. “April, did you just .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2120652/ The wolf calls out to the moon,Wailing into oblivion,Asking to help find a lost path,Or maybe a forgotten love.The wolf bickers and curses the moon,While it smiles and radiates,The sky along with it;Unharmed, unaffected, pure. Be the wolf,or be the moon. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2120413/ I wipe the fog off the mirror with my hand,The frailty in my knees makes it hard to stand,The blurry bathroom lights impale my eyes,The water strips me of my perfect disguise. My skin, red with rage, for the absence of my care,As I try washing off what isn’t even there. My body c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2118751/ Is the eternal rest eternal and promised? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/khanfairy/2118473/