NeoPulp

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awhisperofgold

Some walk on roads of silver light,
          while others stumble through the night.
          Not for lack of strength or will,
          but walls of silence standing still.
          
          A voice unheard, a dream delayed,
          the world unevenly portrayed.
          Yet seeds of change can break the ground,
          when hope is shared, and hearts are found.

Royalty_Reserved

❝ I Had Closed off all avenues to Your grace,
          But then, I found myself at her doorstep, seeking solace and pace.
          And what an astonishment that You made her to heal and renew,
          So with gentle care, she led me back to You. ❞
          
          Salam! If you get time, check it out! You never know, you may find yourself adhering to it! 
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/376182598?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=Royalty_Reserved

awhisperofgold

Accept the skin you live in,
          whether light as dawn
          or deep as midnight,
          each shade is a verse of beauty.
          
          Accept the body you carry,
          slender, soft, or strong,
          the moon is round,
          the stars are small,
          yet both belong to the same sky.
          
          Accept the life you walk,
          whether rich in gold
          or rich in patience,
          true wealth is the kindness
          you leave behind.
          
          For acceptance is strength,
          and love is freedom.
          Whoever you are,
          whatever you hold,
          you are enough

adropofhumanity

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

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 09th september 2025, tuesday ] 
          
          a round table, 
          a conference of triangles, 
          fortitude or servitude?
          a decision to be sought. 
          pages of emotions 
          and binders of spiral thoughts, 
          moon's decorum splintered
          in the group aubade. 
          
          hollowed warrior first, 
          stepped and stood upon, 
          soundless glare
          with edges bruised. 
          happiness arid, 
          interrogation drying, 
          forts and castles 
          over murdered merits.
          and then a joy—
          foreign and known—
          repenting its birth. 
          
          mind of the crumbs, 
          heart of the loaves.
          no trek can trample
          the path of a trickster. 
          a lone chill, a surrounded cry, 
          traces of impulses
          in the fireplace of life. 
          
          a wardrobe of escape, 
          mumbling telephones.
          rotten tales and
          tatters of the pretenders. 
          guests excused, 
          world locked-up, 
          and again—
          the uncaring rouse
          protects to betray.
          the sky of memory 
          chokes
          the birds of today,
            like fluttering sage. 
          oh souls of flesh, 
          how similar are thoust— 
          from one to another— 
          you migrate in your palm. 
           #adropofhumanity