AshirbadBhattacharya

Anyone Alive Back after 4 years

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

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

LLBOOKSLTD

Hey hope it’s ok to promote my book on your page totally fine it’s it’s not since this is me formally asking. My book is a fanfic, bi/gay story rooted in current pop culture and the standards to society today. I update 3-4 times a week so plan on being entertained. V4V/ F4F
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/371218175?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=AKBOOKSLTD

edwardchipmunk

Hi author 
          I'm posting here without ur permission so pls forgive me
          Read my book which is not a typical arranged marriage 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/364627250?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_reading&wp_page=reading_part_end&wp_uname=edwardchipmunk

AshirbadBhattacharya

@edwardchipmunk I will kindly read and vote my two books too
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Inks_Hearts

I an a new writer and trying my thoughts to come out as friction stories hope you have few hours to read and support me. Thank you in advance.
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/362255358?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=_Scarlet_21

AshirbadBhattacharya

@_Scarlet_21  I will friend kindly check out my two stories too
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