http://slow.writerscafe.org/Sujan1 The original writings of author Sujan en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775952242 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Disappear Like ThisI must disappear like thisFlowing like a river, Drifting like the wind, Falling like a flower after its bloom.Perhaps, to meet myself, I too must keep movingSoftly, endlessly.I must vanish, silently, silently... Wrapped in emptiness, An innocent nigh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujan1/2960110/ It feels like... Metaphors shaping a beautiful verseas if poets are offering love itself, word by word.Plucking navarasas, the nine moods of music, a composer might unveil the innermost realm of love.Or perhapsby blending the seven elemental forces with hues of feeling, a .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujan1/2952736/ When darkness tries to shackle my hands, your smile gleams in the corner like the firefliesWhen life silently decays into ruin, the breeze whispers to me, carrying your scent. These cafés, the riversides, the hilltops... there is no place in this city where you are not refl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujan1/2950774/ Within the Walls of MemoryYour reflection is imprisoned and deep within this heart turned to concrete, a withered rose lies embedded. Each morning, I drown in your veinsthose delicate veins pulsing with the touch of you, the presence of you, the fragrance of you. I r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujan1/2950715/ I wish that when they lay me in the ground, my corpse is mine but the pallbearers yours. When I’ve shut my eyes and sleep eludes me, let slumber be mine but the dream be yours.As I walk life’s roads, climb steep mountain ledges, As sweat flows down in torrents, I wish.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujan1/2950625/ After mourning my dreamsAnd burying my desires somewhere far, I was a soul Lost from life itself. From the window Leaning quietly, I watched fog drifting by my sideAnd saw, dim and blurred, The roads and crossings I had to walk alone. Then, out of nowhere, Whirled the cycl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujan1/2949213/ Years ago, I had met him during a sacred pilgrimage.I still remember... the conversations we shared over tea-how that ordinary moment slipped into something hauntingHis gaze, sharp as arrow,pierced my inner beingand His quietude, soft as light, bent my pride like a wh.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujan1/2949210/ Still the samethat tyrant sun has long since scorched the crown of Saira Hill. A swarm of maiden winds occasionally comes and kisses what was once the hill’s beautiful face. Their caress recallsthose Limbu girls, those loving Sherpa womenarms entwined in the winter ha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujan1/2948939/ Years ago, at every dusk and dawn A man ran beside my room What was he running to find? Or whom to leave behind? Where did he hope to arrive? Or from himself to flee? He was always desperate His tangled hair… Dew like sweat kissing his brow, Cheeks that rang like.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Sujan1/2948934/