http://slow.writerscafe.org/shoaibrafi The original writings of author shoaib rafi en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775991443 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hope is trivial here.Contempt is a daily companion.And yet, the sun rises--every single day.It hangs there till dusk,In a merciless sky....And some lonely, despair-drenched youthWill keep staring--Unblinking--At that sun.Even thoughHis soot-stained eyes will melt.Even thoughHis face will burn.Still... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shoaibrafi/2945084/ And as I am typing away my mind (high and feverish) on Writer’s Cafe:I feel like a reversed bubbledrifting downwards......It was a mistake. I was just walking through the dirt-dry road of midsummer in front of my home, when the sudden realization hit me like a psychotic storm. Sudden and vile... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shoaibrafi/2941772/ NSFW. Contains drug use, graphic sexual imagery, and grief themes. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shoaibrafi/2940372/ That night, we became a single organism�"me and her.I tied my soul to herswith waves of loveand threads of lust.I breathed through her skin,watched her pale, distant fleshturning blood-red,warm like a summer night.She smelled like roses, dry yet damp,drifting through the summer heat.Her sweat.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shoaibrafi/2925732/ I used to drink my pain away,but nowadays, I don’t have a coping mechanism at all.I just sleep.I just sleep whenever I feel like my world is falling down.Sometimes I sleep for 20 hours or more. Because when I wake up, everything is unchanged, and the people around me are still unbothered.Somet.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shoaibrafi/2911113/ I offer u- Myself,my summers and sadness, my days of heaven, my explicit surreal sexual satisfaction,my untold bleeding words from eyes, ears and tears. I offer u- my lost love lying in longing, my underlying dead beat melancholia,I surrender myself ,to your sadistic, s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shoaibrafi/2911112/ As I was having coffee this afternoon while sitting at the table, I looked outside. The tree in front of our house was swaying with the gentle breeze. A golden ray shone onto its branches, making the tree look like a piece of heaven. My heart filled with the beauty of nature. I could feel my eyes sp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shoaibrafi/2896652/ I wishI could write down everything,Eternal monologues in the darkest corners of my mind.About my existential angst,About the constant urge to end it all,About my deal with the devil,Where I exchangedMy happiness, smile, and joyFor melancholy, agony, and love.I was cursed to be a l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/shoaibrafi/2896526/