Gracey

a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ] 
          
          broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands. 
          
          systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken. 
          
          blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters. 
          
          the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope. 
           #adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday] 
          
          words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
          tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
          weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
          wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb. 
          
          windmills bow above folded clothes,
          grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
          cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
          growth a gamble, memory the wager. 
          
          tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
          coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
          measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
          tidy rooms against the storm of rest. 
          
          roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
          souls displaced, refugees of home.
          effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
          a tale as old as precedents. 
          
          labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
          olives of faith, olives betrayed.
          a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
          and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
          a garden for incitement,
          a bloom pressed against time. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a token of kindness [ 24th august, 2025 — sunday ] 
          
          where comes the chaos? soar and sin, the culprit,
          from the lodging inns. surrendered and sought,
          beavering, bold— a little of the timid, a lot of the known. 
          
          swinging with pride, doors left unknocked,
          a guest invited under intoxication’s hold.
          forging, jeopardising, guided by homely apple-pie servings; bruised words swept beneath the rug of humility. 
          
          barks and bellows, odours, open wounds,
          entangled chairs and a single creaking move.
          whisper, then wait, tremors that carry
          a mouth of screams— beginning and dying
          in a parched throat. 
          
          kalopsia and kites— a guest like ropeburn,
          pricking like wine. mindful maps, mindless routes,
          sanctuaries like lies that bury the truth.
          shadows stumble, shoes fade—
          a blessing strikes a menace, transforming a paper cut into a prayer. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a token of kindness [ 18th august 2025, monday ] 
          
          "green and gold, bumblebees and blooms, notorious affairs of the innocent homes; half of wounds are entombed in windy trails, while the remaining lie maimed in terraces aged. 
          
          eye and a wisdom tooth, bear and tear, wavelets of death caressing the feeble veil; garbled silences in pictures hung, hung were the joys of the crusted youth. keepsakes assignable, september — a bright shy; one step of risk, one step of ice. 
          
          cliffs and cuts that swallow the shore, earth is an art with its slinky tides and falling feathers; rhythm and rhyme mold the blood, like granules of sand that recognise a home in your skin. 
          
           liquor and tea, a prison and a poison; every scream becomes a rotten whisper. quite a wonder, the heart one carries with pride, the same which injures the soul — punished with suffocation behind clasping ribs, where it beats and beats, severing its rest."
           #adropofhumanity 

Hey there,
          
          I’ve just started my first story, and it’s really close to my heart. I would be grateful for your support as I take this step into writing.
          
          The story follows these tropes and themes:
          Mafia × Spiritual Girl
          Arranged/Forced Marriage
          Enemies to aching lovers
          Divine narration (Mahadev–Parvati perspective)
          Poetic tragedy, power, and softness
          Rebirth, revenge & redemption
          Devotion meets destruction
          
          Description
          
          "Not every love is meant to survive. but some meant to return "
          
          Rudraansh Singh Ranawat  : Cold-blooded. Calculated. Cruel.The sole heir of the Ranawat empire—its mafia throne and global business crown.Born of royalty, raised in ruin.A man who commands with silence and kills with precision.His name is whispered like a warning, feared across borders and boardrooms alike.Emotions? He buried them with the ashes of his past.And love? That's a wound he refuses to bleed from again.
          
          Sharvani Mishra : Soft-hearted. Spiritually anchored.A girl from Prayagraj who prays at dawn and smiles at strangers.A devotee of Mahadev, raised by rituals and silences,She believes in the sacred over the selfish,And love? For her, it's not a thrill. It's a form of worship.
          
          She lives by faith.He lives for vengeance.
          He was forged in fury.She was shaped by surrender.
          
          He builds empires from fear.She believes in saving legacies with compassion.
          He doesn't kneel before gods. She lives in their shadow.
          
          But when fate threads their paths in red,not for love—but for a promise neither of them made...Will blood and prayer bind them—or destroy them?
          
          Some stories are written in ink . Their's was craved in fire 
          
          Your feedback and encouragement will mean a lot to me. I hope you’ll join me in this journey.
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/397692295-tied-in-red

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Heyy, just wanted to say a big thank you ❣️❤️
          Your vote on my chapter honestly made my day.
          It’s readers like you who make stories feel alive ✨
          Stay amazing!❣️

Thanks for voting dear❤️

Dear Reader,
          
          I apologize for intruding into your space. I would appreciate it if you would read my book. I'm certain you will like it. It is an arranged marriage-based story, featuring a simple and subtle, slow-burn romance. I have also posted readers' reviews on my conversation board, which you can check before you start reading.
          
          Thank you!
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/357120903?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Meehira__writes&wp_originator=ttBepLDckKrtwupSpGDEZpdp6JbQbVW2rwTsfPnzcMyN%2BeU29E9A7815G%2BHMEyJgfZdLrN893M8wEHWh8PnRKlLv4PoGb%2F3ZQ52PpOpI5iG2tvxXpha%2FdUeTNnKjTt

Hello, sorry for spamming your account.
          
          I just wanted to request you to try out my new book which is based on a girl who time travel centuries back and tries to change history. If you like to read historical stories then this might be of your liking as there will be a lots of facts with fiction and a lot to learn about Indian culture.
          
          The link is given below.
          
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