http://slow.writerscafe.org/SehajZ The original writings of author S€H@J en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775967567 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Naan-sense http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/3129875/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/3129809/ For any vague mean the hero is the spoon and yeah I'll be uploading the context soon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/3128145/ The milk did not rise this time. It froze mid-motion, every ripple suspended as if the world had been paused by something that wasn’t me. That was when I saw it standing on the surface. Not sinking. Not floating. Standing. It looked like me, but stretched wrong, as though someone had taken the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/3128144/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/3128143/ Trauma coming soon http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/3128141/ Lenin Inspired and yes I dont support fascism communism or any form of crimes against humanity . http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/3128133/ ........... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2958140/ Jai hind!! http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2957086/ Specially for the monsoon hit india http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2957083/ Enjoyyyy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2956776/ The fox continues it's journey abide http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2954378/ The journey of a fox underneath the ground http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2953768/ The journey of the fox continues http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2953653/ Enjoy http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2953650/ Based on a true whatsapp forward http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2952639/ ... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2951412/ If one is asked to differentiate between a smoker and.A priest ,he may not have problem. But I can not do this ,neither can anyone ; how you ask ? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2950878/ A mystical mirror that reveals not magic or illusion — but one’s deepest, often unspoken, desire. This poem explores how true longing can remain hidden, until revealed by reflection. Sometimes,....... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2949294/ Ever noticed how one harsh word can spiral into years of resentment? This poem looks at how quickly bitterness can grow — in both hearts — from even the smallest spark. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2949292/ A metaphorical library that represents the vast potential of the human mind — a place where one’s state of being (neutral, greedy, innocent, or vengeful) shapes the knowledge and experiences they find http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2949290/ These seven poems were born from stray sparks of thought — moments of wonder, reflection, and inner myth. Now gathered as reflections of the human self, they form this piece I call: The Sevenfold... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2949289/ Then came the day we leave gramms house. Somewhere, I myself knew the Feed was watching.But Mother was watching me."What are you doing, dear darling?"Her voice floated through the still room. I couldn’t answer. The tears wouldn’t stop �" hot, stinging �" dr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2949148/ On the cemetery of gramms grandma of lina something unexpected happens Eyes drip this isn't usual but impossible. What happens next? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2949143/ It had been one hundred and ninety years since the quiet passing of a girl called Elira. The records do not say what she felt. Only that she smiled at the end, and wept. And after that �" no one did.The city of Orionis learned well. A choice was made. Not by force, not by decree &#20.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2949142/ A child’s tear shatters a city that forgot to feel. One tear, one ripple — what remains of us? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2949140/ This is one of my finest piece A tribute to ode to joy by beethoven http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2949028/ This poem is based on life of a person from a different nation ie: my imagination http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2948730/ The fire rises high and highThe death steers nigh and nighThe mind asks why o whyThe body does lie o lie The soul free does fly o flyThe hearts yet do cry o cryThe man does o die o die Yet he stays alive o aliveTo sleep in one yet awake on another Sky o sky Thy breaths In bin&nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2947957/ Each throat has a voice Just it's their own self that doesn't use it http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2947890/ A world forbidden by space and forgotten by time where "we" don't exist there, animals walk talk and even cook but a mystery still remains why how are we here they might advance us but still...? http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2946695/ This is a poem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/SehajZ/2946492/