RookeeAdhamz

resokashyap

Hlo wattapad reader,
          
          I started writing a new book named "that place-a maze of twisting enigmas "
          
          It's temple mystery thriller with heartmelting slowburn romance 
          So far I have updated 3 chapters.
          
          I have a request for wattapad lovers to atleast try reading 1or 2 chapters I'm sure the story line is unique and u will be hooked to it
          
          Do give a chance for my story if it's found worthy.
          
          Link is here
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/351404852?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading&wp_uname=user457189277004&wp_originator=UJP4iGPQGuqSrdJTch6JpqRC70VJqXLnZRpEKx70jO1HIBw2uSORY2UFP%2FV16ekCMnA2%2B3RSRPabGm5iNMwDt0GoKto%2Fka23hBBpaNGnoBvkIIsuRc3MAcrhslzHk29eo 
          
          With love,
          Reso Kashyap

adropofhumanity

a token of kindness [ 18th july 2023 ] 
          
          insecure poems, confident aches; inspired decades yet everyday a death. stretching silences, concrete words; homes that melt and walls that echo. floating feet, rotten flowers; waves that pause in an ocean that seamlessly flows. 
          
          fluttering thoughts, fiddling feelings; coloured mouths and disappearing promises. hibernating lights and travelling darknesses; lingering lilacs and luminescent shadows. 
          
          minds of pearls, mouths of venom; do not lose by playing to their strengths. corridors of history, weaponsied love; transient nor malleable. fragile loneliness, screaming insecurities;  not every sunset has to be colourful. 
          
          sun of rain, thunders of frustration; mornings like amnesia, cloudless burdens. midday pride, repentance heavy; grief stricken victories, blackbird joys. mansions of footsteps, tears of dreams; we are all graves carrying the dying spark of life in us. 
           #adropofhumanity 

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 10th july 2023  ] 
          
          mountains and decorators, exhaustion and evil eye; surviving bones and careless finds. funeral floods and tumbling sorrows; forests and bridges of laughters and morals. feelings migrated, clouds and dresses; that which rains does not always bring about harvest. 
          
          clocks of manners, a road of residences; hearts like maples marked along fences. pictures of politeness, smiles like wounds; world a death of another, burial grounds like jasmine blooms. 
          
          mornings of questions, blurred evening attempts; youth of trial and error, life a honeycomb aged. dreams of wounds, dreams like a father's disappointment; storms like swaying birth, storms sometimes like corpses of discipline.  
          
          disassociated honour, ribbed filters; what binds is not glue, rather, mutual respect. eastern wind and crepuscular billows; howling books and silent words. the majesticness of months yet the solemnity of years; to the hearts that wriggle with pain, silence is delicate, thin ice-like elegance. 
           #adropofhumanity 

MidnightWhisperX

AElanSquare

Hello! I just want to share and promote my story, if you're interested and willing to support my story, I will be very glad. You can always check this out or you can also follow me for more updates. Thank you! I hope you'll try.
          
          Have a nice day ahead. Lovelots!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/341295487?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=AElanSquare&wp_originator=z%2Bq6Jhv75pYLPYBcBSBWAdhVMimq3xuFfpnzFwpuyEAhqA69iNTLWtQc2C6pGMuYO%2BZkdx9FUDe8GWMA2cS9yqj10ZVSVZ7%2BOhT6NtrJrzYQMGhcCu5Ehv4fRzwRRDNv

MidnightWhisperX