http://slow.writerscafe.org/indra The original writings of author Sudhanshu en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776066012 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 In the deathly silence of the night;When the stars are all shining bright;As I walk the streets of emptiness and mad desire;grisly ghouls of a thousand years proclaim my doom;in words so clear,and in their smooth talk and Mephistophelian turns;descry to me my cenotaph clear besides the Lady I l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/810835/ A parade of royalty across a calendar of dates; Part imagination, part reality; Part manipulation, part factuality; Surrealistic but marshalled as Truth;  From it are borne the seeds of National Identity.It incites, it cajoles; Demagogues sole preserve; It has its .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/810579/ Two tremulous wings; Amidst a riot of colours;  Fluttering, floating, flaunting; Its matchless beauty; Till suddenly, a strong gale appears; We find two diaphanous pieces; scattered amongst the green. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/809569/ This is a Tanka http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/806116/ As Night plays a nocturne to call out  the stars; and Heaven and Earth embrace in perfect harmony; An inexplicable disharmony pervades my soul; As if a suppurating wound excoriates my very being; and a cess-pool of vapid memories sucks me; into a vortex of my own creati.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/806115/ As an Englishman debates with a French;over a cup of brewed tea sweetened withsugar;Engaging in animated discussions over the'Rights of Man' and animals;Do they recall and recollect the long trailof blood dripped across three continents by their forefathers. Do they ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/804701/ Whether by coincidence or suppresseddesires;I think of you the most whenever I ampeeling potatoes;It is as if in the monotony of my day today struggles;These solitary moments are the mostintimate time in my diurnal existence;When I can talk and open up to myself inabsol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/804700/ As Rome bays for the blood of ‘Barbarians’; so do Plebs for the blood of Gladiators; The Emperor has offered them free bread and a gory spectacle at The Colosseum;It is his ‘Divine Pleasure’ to oblige his subjects, The Hoi Polloi are not peace-lovers to refuse such .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/803689/ A bunch of rowdies from Isabella’s plague infested cities; Cross the Terra Incognito to plague the inhabitants of the New World; Mankind before had never seen conflicts between two more unequal civilisations; This was a clash between the ‘Heathen’ and the bearers of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/803682/ A distillation of my subliminal experiences;A transformation of raw images and emotionsinto a coherent pattern of words;born in a burst of spontaneity;created in a moment of magic;as indescribable as a revelation;Like a flash of lightening;to illuminate the dark turbulence of a restless mind. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/802746/                              Spring would not be Spring if winters werenot that cold;Spring would not be as inviting if thecarpet of flowers that bloom were not as effusive;Spring would not be as enticing, if .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/802740/ Between the unlocking of my door and bed, Ifeel the presence of a caring touch which is no more;The lengthy shadows of a creeping duskannounce the end of another day;The spooky night announces that no onewaits to call out my name;The wind that furrows through my hairlineremin.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/802738/                               Loss is a tear from my eyes when I dream ofyou with my eyes closed;Between dreamy wakefulness and deep sleep,there is a sense of emptiness which defies explaining;When alone .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/802737/                                   Cherry blossoms covered in snow make meweep; I stumble and fall; butperchance, even the Gates of Hades are closed for me;Five rivers have I to cross but la.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/802735/ This is a completely autobiographical poem based upon scattered images of my childhood days in Wales. It was a long tome ago but when I started putting them on paper, images just came like a deluge http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/802731/ Successis like wine, the more you get, the more it whets your appetite;The more your thirst gets quenched, themore you require for the same level of satisfaction, Till you stand alone on the summit of yourhubris;Sans love, companionship, sans everything. The higher.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/801348/  Doomed into the world’s oldest profession,By a callous, victimizing, oppressivesystem,The ‘kerb-walker’ is raped ridiculed andranted atTill her ultimate transformation by the ‘malegaze’ to a thing. The play-thing of an over-c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/801313/ A teenager with tattered clothes; With callused feet but a heart of gold; I chanced to see one fine noon day; As I trekked my way to an elfin peak.The craggy summit so near it seemed; But it took me a sweaty two hours to reach; As I took one last heave to mount the peak;&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/800420/ Let us have one last laugh togetherA moment frozen for ever; Before I get to feel that you are no longer mine; Before I see through your infectious smile; Just open to me like a Sunflower, dear; And embrace me for one last time.Though time erases all particulars, the essence rema.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/800418/ Sado-masochist with a wry smile and a twisted heart;You have sucked my life and hanged my wrinkled skin on your doorpost;Vodoo priestess  of manifold charms;You have transformed me like a song-bird in a gilded cage.I am the object of your carnal desire;A harmless plaything  for your pleasu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/800417/ covey of cacophonycavort on a carcass cawing, cawing, cawing. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/800408/ Fleeting memories, turbid and sublime; Stir within me like the vortex of a bottomless Deep; Like some musty books taken from a dank closet; They reflect their fuzzy antiquity. I look to that period of lost innocence; When unencumbered by responsibilities and worries Which promote a rat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/800354/ Afamished frame of bones; tethered to a frame of wood; Leads another emaciated form in furrowed circles on a parched soil. Man follows beast in a tedious monotony; Their taut motion reflects a life of travesty and absurdity; Of a life sans hope and aspirations; Of a struggle from exi.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/800352/ Between two wings and a beak; God crafts an enigmatic simplicity; which filled with air floats on air; A feat of a million years of evolution; Gaea's challenge to Mankind's arrogance. A speck which floats between Terra Firma and Terra Incognito; Like an ethereal spirit mocking Icarus.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/800350/ outlines in imageryone-pointednessallude,stop. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/798762/ Born from the sea, scattered by the windDevoured by the earth, lapped up by theriveryour 'Chakra'  turns a full circle. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/798760/ Cherry blossoms weepfield-mice burrow inYour hearth makes me warm. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/798759/ Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/798758/ Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/798757/ Haiku http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/798756/ Another cinquain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/797585/ This is a cinquain http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/797579/ A tribute to my grandfather whom I never so but who lives so close to me through my mother's realistic and poignant descriptions. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/796724/  My school was not like Rugby, nor our Principal and Masters like Mr Arnolds;Our Principal and Masters were not men and women of character;Who could mould rough clods into a polished citizen;.Ours was a world of fear and forced respect; of the rod, the cane and slapping;Of foul-mouthe.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/795607/ River SutraAs black clouds swoop upon the grey waters of the river Ganges;Pouring libations upon the body of the river Divine;I tip-toe my way to its sprawling floodplains wide;For one last sojourn along the ribbons of sand I loved so much. The miles of sparkling sand white as pearl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/795603/                              Love is like the once-in-a-lifetime bloom of the bamboo;Ephemeral, enchanting and enigmatic;Like the efflorescence of a cacti.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/indra/795600/