http://slow.writerscafe.org/jhumur The original writings of author jhumur en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776333683 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/1346097/ My dreams are no longer my ownLike me as a part of youme and you walking down on roads of loveA bunch of yours and mine fewAnd we smile recalling the meadows on other end of countrywhich we have crossed years agoNow our island is in middle of seamemories travelling down with river flowAnd here we ar.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/1300423/ So, It was one of those days, when you feel really special. My past experiences with my Birthday have always been full of joys unlike this one which was really full of surprise. I do not have a hang over. Nor do I feel like having a coffee today, But just wishing that why my 364 remaining days are n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/1297701/ A collection of various life chapters, expected to write till I finishes up one lifetime of my own! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/1297684/ I wrapped my tears in leaves of timeand blown them in cold foggy airto get vanished and go far away from my sightAnd when the next day sun roseI found pieces of those leaves scattered in my wayI crushed them to my painAnd wondered if I got rid of them the last day. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/1295610/ It's been an year perhaps since i last came across confusion about picking up words. I have almost stopped writing because i feel i am no more good at my thoughts. Need not say i felt like a trash at one point of time. Meditation and yoga don't work in good way always. It's been a long time when i l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/1243983/ it depicts the various phases of life, the one which has been gifted to us, sometimes we choose it our way, sometimes we are made to choose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/1149442/ i saw the tiny touch of her pink red fingers& a drop of emotion coming alivethat's where i found love for the first timewith that li'l beginning of lifei saw the nature & changing seasonsthose dry leaves craving for clouds& the love makes it rainthe clouds love to die.. fo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/972465/ it looks infiniteas if we can hold in hand,but soon realises,it's no moreinamorata at once,just too banal another momentit goes invisible & we realise the myth of galore!!playing hide & seek often..can't i just keep you in my fob!!like a dispersion intermixed with my dreama little away from .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/971457/ when the hope vanishes for once& everything else you dismaywhen you feel tired more than you "can"the target looks down the earthdark is night & equally dark the daythen for just once my friend..lift up your spirit& burn yourself more & morefor if there closes a windowGod opens anoth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/965017/  he closed his eyes below a treewhere he felt free to perspirebeing a little tired after the long struggle with the dayrecalling the halcyon years of his lifeas it was shade,he falls asleep& travels through time as he starts to dream..   and then.. he saw .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/958962/ Had life as much rhyme and reasonAs words flowing from a poet’s penThen love would’ve been as everlastingAs the lovelorn poet’s imagination But truth indeed is stranger than fictionHe loved her without any compulsionAnd as shall testify the heavens aboveHis love was true, self.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/956473/ The dreamerWho is a dreamer?One who sleeps and thinks deep in his subconscious mindWho conquers the impossible thereinAnd expects victory at his blanket covered skin Who is a dreamer?Who rebels against the fear of the mobBy being silent in his cold shrivel nightsThe blood boils with the excesse.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/956461/ too much of drug is a poisontoo much of love a cursetoo much of dreaming is a faded realitylike mud & water mixed in a flagontoo much of care is angertoo much of expectation is feartoo much of feeling is a noodled soupthere's no way out,once poured togethertoo much of silence is deaftoo much of .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/951529/    that night she stood frozen & silence paved it's way in that heart for longer..the speech was paused ,the heartbeats loudonce in a lifetime,we knowthe life rises when heart falls in lovethe sound was melodramaticmelancholy was singing along the songs of lovefrom far away a flut.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/946260/ whether the universe conspires or notevery heart has a wish to makethe fate makes it happens or notto mould a single piece of brickthousand of stones has to break http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/939728/ a li'l part is inspired by madonna's song "masterpiece" http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/939726/ नव है नव है जैसा सोचो वैसा सब है !�™हर है या है मौज क&#237.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/864676/ A little sunshinehome at the end of those mealie fieldsSomehundred doors & windows thereQuiveredbricks, Walls moulded of clayIt’s swinging& never lasting like momentsThough itmakes a pleasant stay It’s madeup of everythingWhat onenee.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/859445/ The pinklotusThe lucidmultipetal queen movingspirit driven by muds & pebbles your world is frowzy  Though caducityis charmThe moisturedrowning your smack is coldThe essenceto grow to bliss is warmThe pinklotusWhat’s soimpressive .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/837024/ a little off track and messyAnother saturday gone..another sunday comeslong hours of sleep,paused working bumpsoften i thank..from the core of heart..the guy who declared sunday as a holidayand those who followed him as they knewpumping fuel and kicking a startneeds a lag of time,whether desired or .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/827137/ missing old times :):)I just start thinking of calling..When your message says..”I miss you too”Telepathy is wonderful when it happens to all at a time..Sometimes..words no longer are required to express it..The joy is just there..to be felt..be it unsaid..!A long distance..thousand km g.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/823283/ A littlehope..here once again..This morningseems to be beautiful..I lookaround to do something nice.&slowly I pick my pen..Every morningI make a “to do” list..Often I packup.. diverting from all what I wrote..A littlelearning is what a day is.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/815502/ Aaj phir kahin khoyi huyi yaadon me..Muskurane ko karta hai mann…Chand ko adha sa dekha upar..Chalakta ye usme mera bachpan…Choti choti baaton pe wo ladai..Bhai k secrets padkar uski khichai..Ghar k piche chupi jhadiyon se..Chupkar chote kutto ko uthana.... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/810009/ My breaths are supposed to be a slave of fear..my life is in the hands of terror..hell is where I live today…or will go tomorrow ..where should I begin my journey…at the local trains or at the temple’s dooreverywhere the evil has a reach…where should I hide…where s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/810008/ just few more days to leave...and a few more exams to come..i m suddenly feeling this place to be mine forever...suddenly it turned out to be my paradise..four years went past..the memories forever to last..there was fear n amazement..silence n frustration..n it washed every bitter piece from my pla.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/jhumur/810007/