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harishmarajan

Hey.... 
          
          Hope you are doing well.  
          
          I hope I didn't disturb you and sorry for spamming your message board. If you are accepting reading requests, I would like to let you know that I am writing a story. WHEN I'M WITH YOU... 
          
          If time permits please do read it. Hope you'll like it. Also do vote and feel free to leave comments. 
          
          Thank you for your time and consideration.
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/246873844?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=harishmarajan&wp_originator=BG8NY8Bbrq4g2648WBNpWGyDTldT%2FjEi72pBksrTsMJzspbVDtEKQ%2FUZ0%2FP%2B7m0%2FCc54BsqM6XRV5S1pIiU9y%2FR4tyttOcX5wueoQk8ep3MvCjRVu270vEhj7EE2UGQo

harishmarajan

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@harishmarajan ||  Assalam-u-Alaikum ! Sure I’ll see if I can (:
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adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [12th june 2022]
          
          the night has its shadows, blue and grey; masked in apple's seeds, agony bathed. 
          stand in the route, be miserly in calmness; there is a devil shrouded in an eye's fountains. 
          drift like a white whale, amidst memories; from aches of cure to cures of fantasies. 
          transcend life from that present on fingertips, linger near bones, where art is kismet. 
          hollowed oranges, skins like lotuses; what we wear, we often throw. 
          a poet's backbone, a shark's tale; foam of taste buds lingering as fireflies in a throat. 
          mangoes, possums, bread and butter; a mouth of cicada symphonies, celestial dust. 
          watch the canary, year to year; dirt and snow emotions, cheeks of the earth. 
          
          shabby braids and cicada musings, burrowed sunsets and pastel bones. 
          metallic connections and feathered bangles, heads of spines and littered passages. 
          vines of grapes, of collectibles and peaches; pain of pollen, eclipsed sun and its eight witches. 
          foreign hands, hums of voices barren; silence heavy, storms and curtains. 
          blues of life and blues of disguises, shadows of night veiled by lanterns.
          maps and strangers, shores and shells; rib for a rib, hunt for a hunt; what you had the courage to bring into this world must be allowed to live, dreams or ephialtes. 
           #adropofhumanity 
          
          (if you had the courage to dream of it, by no means do you lack the courage to live it) 

-driftQUEEN

There's so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn't. There's a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn't need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don't romanticize life like you can't survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn't any less beautiful, I promise. 
          
          -Emery Allen 

-driftQUEEN

YOU matter <3
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adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness (18th March 2022) 
          
          a rose from thorn-like death, a stone of heart and a comb of hell, a marker of prejudice, a hall of fright, 
          destiny clad in archer's arrow, a moment of pride, kith and kin, lies, lotuses and legacies, foreign homes and ginger tragedies. 
          
          fragile skins and paper cuts, laws martyred, twilight sun; clinking pedants, olive guilts; dusty hands and blackberry fingertips. autumn of march, buried hopes; leaves lost to skin, a ground of boiling blood. pear yearnings, spring of fall; cavalier sun and half moon echoes. 
          
          marionberry garnet and ruby hearts; fire-like worship, drowning soils. mulberry blood, violent rugs; gardens of night, orchids of flesh. congested wounds, salted shores; lakes of tourmaline, valleys of balsam. bread and sanctuaries abandoned,  cinnamon paper and ochre canvases. 
          
          deer-like details, fogged empathy; rosary of the waves, prayers of the cliff of throat. bruised knuckles, clay air; riverbed séances, grief burns. crescent universe, a child's veil; rosy vessel, magnolia dirt. whether soaked in water or blood, a heart behind the ribs is still a prisoner in a prison. 
           #adropofhumanity 

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness (18th February 2022) 
          
          blood a kiln, vein escapees; beads of breaths, prayers and yawns. cliffs of grief, roses underneath; honey flesh and cinder calligraphies, lotus leaves and sea fires. tongues of lore, chants of irises; plagues like magma and healing from stone-seas. human names, future ores; whispering wounds and father's fury. 
          
          seventh sun, worship of the vein unknown; harvest of the chest, abandoned swords and screams of chagrin rooms. hyacinth womanhood, sewn battlefields; spines of infatuation, resolute asphyxiation. ravenous souls like saturn, cataclysm glories; tombs of sparks, hell of frost. 
          
          surrendered wombs, traded truths; crevasses of doubts, particulate vengeance, delicate answers and martyred victims. undefined magistrates, sums and divisions; canopy witches, hungry stars and unpleasant consonants. dampened twilight, charade joys and towering sorrows; uterus of shame, liver of passions and blankets of rebirth. 
          
          coffin rituals, precipice pastures; moon howls, poetry tongues. midnight licorice, cobalt corsage; emblem tresses and goblin crescents. vessel's voyage, shadowed daffodils; compassionate weapons, mothers and melodies. oceans, the water of salt and sickening; one loves the seas and carries death in their bones, one holds forests and forgets about the fires and storms. those that love, they are lost; like warmth in winter snow and like heartbeats drowned in oceans and shores. 
           #adropofhumanity

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness (13th February 2022) 
          
          burning soulmates, strained hopes; braided yearnings, captive dreams. passion- borne blood, water an invisible vesper; moon a poet's literature, soil a paper of hunger. a predator, a musketeer, a thunder; a matchstick, a street of bougainvilleas, half a nail lost, flesh to rust. 
          
          worn arms, ragged pleasures; clean madness, innocent errors. veins of solitude, beats of courage; a farewell to religious laps, to a moon with brave life. mistakes and spaces in ribs, hearts choking in sin; rhetoric trees and murdered portraits in lights of the quiet. 
          
          ashes of nursery amethysts, stories worth centuries within; glass of a new born fist, hope dangling over a pit of abyss. authentic prison, protection from  touches; suspended lungs, pessimism a curse blind. foetal hearts and shrunken graves, suffering mirrors and homely miscarriages. 
          
          evolution of art, sugar theft; white oleander tickles and bleeding disguises of virtues. a city of ciphers,  mountains of parables; consumed violins, bruises of metal and blood. to the eyes find that nothing old or worn, and for the hearts that see no flaws and prickles, there is no death. like the moon and the sun that have not aged; human hearts as these reside as the 'oud of time. 
          
           #adropofhumanity