http://slow.writerscafe.org/SWARGASMITH The original writings of author Lokesh en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776219554 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 August 21, 2013Huge walls are around me;A dirty girl I shouldn’t be.These walls keep me safe and awayFrom players and romance and freedom everyday.I haven’t and shouldn’t cross them;To my family I don’t want to bring shame.One day a prince will come to take me;.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1226182/ August 17, 2013Between you and me things are great. Seems we are heading in the right direction. Hands joined strong we are walking, And the path is smooth and in a good condition. But, my dear, you know roses have thorns And dark clouds have silver linings. When things start to fall apart, When we .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1224395/ Bamboo-crafted in white the school structures,Tin roofs brownish and these remind old architectures.Here lies surrounded the schoolchildren’s ground;They run and turn, dance and glance, shout and crowd.Two rows of dupis* lead a lane brick-laidIn the middle to the effigy of Buddha cem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1220801/ seconds die,seconds rise.clock ticks on and onmultiplies a change.consciousness takes up something,leaves something too,and what sticks slowly withers away.what moves, what flowstakes a new shapein every metre.who you wereis notwho you are,and who you will beis not those .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1215588/ if it is me who leaves you,let that be,i can face that;but if it is you who leaves me,let that not be,i can’t face that.you are an angelthat glows in beauty and innocence.you are a girlthat loves with reasons the mind can’t reason.you have a perfect image,pure, sere.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1212038/ july 5, 2013going by the old rules, going in the beaten flow,i see nothing but my life will blow,blow with ten tons of anger and frustration,blow into a sad death as an implication.going by the old rules, going in the beaten flow,in poetry, in literature i will be slow,nothing will hap.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1202689/ poem 1:life is off-track or on-track,of that i am no certain;but whatever track it is walking on,i want to walk on it forever,for it has the divine presence of love.poem 2:and we took a road less travelled by.and that has made all the difference.and someday somewhere ages and ages .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1191898/ May 29, 2013 He opens a new book At a page selected randomly. He reads a few lines of a paragraph And yawns. He then puts the book down And thinks non-directional thoughts Or gazes into the unknown. He then picks up the book, Opens at a new page, And reads a few lines of a paragraph. Then his cell .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1184125/ April 7, 2013Round and round and round we movedRounding around the stupa where our love bloomed,With our hands joined tightAnd a promise to be there for each other in every fight.With a look of joy in our faces,In our memory lanes we left unforgettable traces.We shared our thoughts a.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1154956/ April 5, 2013There is a secretThat lies deep inside me.It is an emotionAnd flows in my heart.It is a thoughtAnd plays in my mind.And when I see you,It rises to my eyes;It is a stareAnd peeks at you.But never to this dayIt is spoken wordsAnd has reached you.This secret can't hide forever.Someday it w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1153824/ March 31, 2013 You are the fire That glows my soul. You are the lighter That kindles my spirit. You are who I can't be, The inspiration to me. If you hadn't flowed into my life, I would have been an infertile land. When you will burn out, I will too. So all I wish Is you to continue to shine.-L.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1150987/ Two pieces of himfight,fight to reignover him.Neither of themwants a trucethat ends the warand ensures harmonious co-existence.Each of themwants an absolute ruleby oneover absolute him.So they fight,fight to reignover him.Sometimesthe third pieceformsand involves in the war.But never do they jointo .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1138652/ A poem which I wrote after watching someone and imagining what may have happened. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1135260/ Years laterWhen I will be old,I will beMeditating, writing, livingSomewhere far awayFrom the fast and the harsh and the crowdedNear natureAnd perhaps near love-Lokesh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1130255/ It seems money rules the world.If you have it, you are bold.And if you don’t, you are nobody;For the man with money is considered somebody.He is respected; he is talked about.His speeches and actions are taken without any doubt.It seems money rules the world.If a country has it, .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1126671/ The atmosphere is gray And slowly turns into dark. On the horizon fades the ray And I can hear the hellhounds bark. Fear circles my heart frail. And I desperately search an out-going trail. But unsuccess grows the fear And myself into pieces I want to tear. Till today have I been lucky, Have always.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1123613/ I have a gun in my handAnd anger in my heart.For now the gun is not pointed to anyone.But the anger has a driver.And I am searchingWho or what the driver is.A brawl at a barComes to the fore of my mind.My pals injured meIn front of my girl and others.Wait!Here arrives a fight with my parents.I quarr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1112037/ Somewhere in the crowd.Someone is there,Whose heart will beat for me, Whose mind will think of me.I need to find her, Make her mineAnd lead a love life.But till then,I need to cope with lonelinessAnd stop myself fromDescending into insanity.-Lokesh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1110081/ her smiles, her talksher nature, her bodyhave made a spacein my heart, in my mindevery day i spend a good timethinking about herand if a day goes outwithout seeing her,i feel that dayis not a day at allbut she is not my girlfriendi haven't proposed herand i don't think i willthinking of saying what .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1106973/ i don't know whyit is always mewho has to be a bad guyin every relationshipi don't know whyit is always mewho has to give awayeverything I havei don't know whyit is always mewho has to understand everythingand pretend to know nothingand i don't know whyit is always mewho questions a lotand never get.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1101205/ You are the best at faking.All those emotions and thoughtsYou put in front are faked ones.You don't exist in the realityThough you claim you do.You dwell in your own fantasyWhere what you fake is real,And what you don't is unreal.And the biggest secret you hideIs that you are afraid you will lose al.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1096906/ you hold me too tightthat i feelevery breath i breathe is yoursevery thought i think is yoursthe life i am living is yoursi don't feel i have anything which i can call 'mine'sometimes i search myselfand all i find is youi even thinki have forgottenwhat it feels to be meevery moment i feel you and on.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1096879/ life is in motionnot in stillnessthoughts formpeople walktime passesand so the life movesno movement of whatsoeveris stillnessand that's deathso let's moveif we want to live-Lokesh http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1096318/ Two strange-looking beings came flying and stopped at the edge of the Earth’s atmosphere. One was  a little taller and another was a little smaller compared to each other. The taller one was at the twilight of his youth and the smaller one was at the dawn.“We have a week bef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1093180/ Is it your body that I want?Or is it you?I’m confused.I don’t know what I wantI always consider myselfA seeker of Love.But I’ve a body.And it wants yours.I’ve made a  room in meWhere I keep my body desire for you.And live in an illusionThat I love y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1088875/ She and I were in a room. She was in one corner and I was in another. No words were moving between us. Just a deep silence but nothing was there. I didn’t know what she was thinking. But I was imagining a train wobbling into a tunnel. Many days have passed-by since that day. Many shes h.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/1082505/ A sequel to 'Betrayed'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/962333/ A made-up stuff. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/962283/ A made-up stuff. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/960468/ Like a pendulum, I swingBetween passion and compulsionWhen I swing to passion,My heart receives peace and joyBut when I swing to compulsion,Sadness and dullness dwells in my heartBut what can I do about it?I am the pendulumSwinging is my life, my fateI think I should stop bemoaningAnd acknowledge wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/956969/ It is the edited form of my poem. In the darkest hour It provides me light In the brightest hour It reminds me night http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/950953/ Life is beautifulBecause you meet friends who are dutifulThey are the painkillers to your agoniesThey are the pillars to your victoriesLife is sadBecause you meet friends who are badThey are the thieves of diligenceThey are the masters of arrogance http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/950461/ He translatesWhat he observesWhat he experiencesWhat he thinks What he imaginesWhat he feelsInto poems. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SWARGASMITH/950459/