Rida

a small token token kindness (01st january 2023)  
          
          steadfast sunsets, crooked mornings; lake a crowd of gleaming mournings. lyrics that burn, bones hopeless; tongue of wind, it rarely stays. a future of magma, temple and cityscape; humans among humans, a home bereft. 
          
          a birth that bleeds, a firmament of fleeting wisps; feet smelling of earth, lips a facade, what we appreciate. filigree like rain, a blush of darker reign; summer distorted, desert a burning lace. panaroma of a kaleidoscope, a bard like grackle; pits of doubt and a park of frission. 
          
          jardin de tuileries, seeds of breezes; memory endearments and waves of freedom. satin scents, devoted petals; barricaded branches and canvas of dripping enchantments. convivial music, lily trenchants; reflective denouements, fulgent waterfalls of wisterias. 
          
          violent fears, chalices of secrets; numbing encouragements,  frosted vanilla. oscillating mountains, cloved cessations; tainted vicolos, bricks of dried redolences. parasols of petrichor, labyrinth of moonflowers; tower of desire, rose precipices. keep a smile, with flowers divine; they grow not on well made roads but through the rough womb of mother earth. 
           #adropofhumanity 

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a small token of kindness (9th October 2021) 
          
          there is so much in us and so much we can be, like the cosmos that has been under servitude and the black hole that consumes it. there is within the sun a similar attitude; it walks the cobblestone lanes with eyes of the deceased. melted paints it wants to embellish upon the stars and pluck out the shine of its rays to decorate the leaves of autumn. 
          
          the earth moves solemnly, under the strict awareness of the watchful crowd, and it breaths yellow marigolds in hopes of being surrounded by a tree of hope. in it, on it, everywhere around it; lack of appropriate loneliness. sheer visibility of the city lights, blindness to the one from the heavens above the sky.
          
          what an agony, what a pain. jewellery like ice slitting the throat. flowers boiled in acid. the world a place of slaughter. 
          
          life is one, but lives within it many. if we choose to go beyond the doomed number, we exhaust to dust. ankles tied with ropes of responsibilities and hands with households. where rivalry thrives, it is a place of legends. the kind which carries sins and buries the oppressed. 
          
          however what of those who defy the rules? of those who, regardless of the consequences, accept war? 
          they become the kissable sea, the immortal air, the glorious sky and the soft universe.
          
          be the sun, the stars and the sky all together. if they admire you from afar, it is because they each see themselves in you.
           #adropofhumanity 
          

a small token of kindness (7th October 2021) 
          
          the sun is a relative of the old- which associated with the scarves of the dried flowers of the gone days. it has lived through jolts of dreams and eyes that held terror of desperation. the lives that lived only upon the preface of the rays, making a temporary home out of fire. 
          
          and what can be said about the moon except that seldom has it lightened its own path. it has and continues to work for the waves; the blades of which are as sharp as the flamingo's stare. it appears, it flourishes but feels foolish and stupid. it is never there by free will and is pitied upon by the sun's flames. decades upon decades of sacrifice for nothing but a few moments of pleasant lingering.
          
          the sun and the ocean are beautiful standstills; like time that has tasted oaks and horns and like seasons of dare coarsing through sorrows. they hold much; they bury misty breaths and golden glares, and they cherish the crippled yellow leaves like revenge. 
          
          but one must accept that beauty is heavy; a burden like the crisp October that balances between summer and winter. and one must stand still, hold onto elements of protection, the scabbed bits of dressed wounds. 
          
          everything beautiful is terrifying. perfection is wild; the ocean a spectacular depiction. all that which has been cursed by the needle of beauty, has used the thread of terror. perfection dies, what remains are the details. the scabs, the scars, the fine lines of torture evident upon the palette.
          
          perhaps the sun is feared for the very reason. for the love it serves and the fire that it can kill with its venom. 
          
          how else can beauty be perceived? it is common to both life and death and apparent alike in a human's blood and sweat. 
           #adropofhumanity 
          

a small token of kindness (30th September 2021) 
          
          i have dwelled too sternly, with a mind of glass into universes where things fell apart like the burnt and crumbled edges of a paper of allegory.
          
          masses have consumed what the world produced and decorated unprotected, and have brought to life that which was better off as a story; of the dark and its glory. 
          
          the sun perhaps was sweeter and once a soothing moonlight kiss until it began to prick the sky beyong its capacity, causing it to have cursed itself, in a sky as attractive as an enemy. 
          
          in the universe, there is serenity; a little bliss and a little mystery. however mystery has no significance, it is merely one that is shaped like an illusion. 
          
          and humans? what holds you face first in the in the deep waters; pairs of hands around or the reckoning pulse in your nerves?
          
          lies and lies everywhere; within them and within you. scream like the swatch of fire that lines your voice or align your heart with the doom of the treacherous; your body will remain an aesthetic fabrication. 
          
          forget it all, there is nothing but a little show around you. watch, indulge, participate and forget. like death has taught us. forget. 
          
          there is little to regret if you forget. not everything in life has to be regarded with a purpose. at times if life has handed you lemons, it has done so without a hidden reason.
          
          we have begun to run after life, desperately with hands folded, but we forget that we are not dead yet. 
          
          life is illegible; drink it like you would the sun in its everyday mourning. 
           #adropofhumanity 
          

a small token of kindness (29th September 2021) 
          
          far from the barricades of limits and upon the ocean of buried miracles, there was a roar; a cry of despair, a mourning of the blood that was left stuck under the nail. 
          
          there was once a nation that had sat under the sky, fantasising about the round ball of happy energy until the word light was born in them. and they remained loyal to their positions until the moon's blessed curves seduced them. they realised that the white counterpart could be named as moon- something that seduced travellers just enough to find their ways. 
          
          no name, no moral, no frame came about without contemplation. no man, no game, no space existed without a question or a pang of doubt. no history, no rules, no legacies came about without venom in the eyes of the travellers and tulips in the smiles of the oppressors. 
          
          you thrive upon an ocean of buried miracles and roar. some succumbed to death whilst on a search for it. perhaps you and i have grown unaware; timidly and poorly unaware, pitifully and helplessly. 
          
          where you stand, you rule. eyes cannot perceive but there is life underneath. the more you familiarise yourself with your identity, the better the exhibition of power.
          
          steal your time and the complexity of the universe. the moon sits in a satin gown, dripping with tragic glow. use it, burn with it, light up the ground like fireworks in the sky. 
          
          the sun has been brightening your life for years, but tell me, did you really ever find its light? you shall have to find it, even if you were born with it. you will also have to find life, though you are born with it. 
           #adropofhumanity 
          

a small token of kindness (20th July 2021) 
          
          do you see how the night has the courage to rise after the sky has bathed well in the sun's glory? 
          do you notice the darkness, with pride, take over?
          both the phases have equal importance in our lives.
          you would certainly not prefer the dark to forever leave you astray and the Sun to always have its eye upon you. 
          then why must we resent so much the stumbling steps we take in the dark and only appreciate the ones we take in broad daylight? 
          why must failure or imperfection be kept away from glory when the sky proudly exhibits the dark as well? 
          
          of what use would your days and nights be if the night is not given a taste of the day and the day a little of the night? 
          
          in the dark, many a battle have been fought. and in the light, certain other matters have been tackled. 
          
          and you know when the clock of failure starts ticking? 
          
          when you choose to leave the experience from the day to it and that of the dark to it without combining them. 
          
          because incase you had not taken notice, when the light and the dark of the sky meet, there is an extravagant explosion of shades; each day a unique combination. 
          
          so what then would be the result of igniting a sunset with your distinctive set of lights and darks every single day? 
          
          fusions like these are always going to be unlike any other of their kind. the more you let them happen, the more closer you are to victory. 
          
          oh and enjoy these sunsets while you are at it. perhaps you may never find them to appear before your eyes again. 

a small token of kindness (19th July 2021) 
          
          some days are mundane. it is just a characteristic feature of certain weeks or hours to be simply uninteresting and empty. 
          like the sky has no clouds and the night has no stars. 
          like the earth has no human to weep for it and life has no one to appreciate it. 
          like the flower has no happiness and the birds have no will power to claim the sky. 
          
          such hours are inevitable. one cannot move past them without feeling the effects of it. and we cannot skip either with the thought of avoiding it. 
          
          you have to face each day no matter what it appears like. just as the sun that rises despite finding the sky empty and the moon that shines alone in a starless ground. 
          indeed, all days are unique. perhaps they are a little solemn compared to others but they carry their own spectrum of light. and anyone who chooses to understand their range while working with consistency and dedication will find his day improve as time progresses. 
          
          you cannot merely avoid the day or give up on it for the reason that the clouds too were not present with the sun. your time is precious, it is limited. each day brings its own death and each death its own end. each day you live a little and die a little. make the most of your life and feel your end a bit. it is highly neccesary that you passionately fixate your mind and will over what you desire to attain. nothing should be able to separate you from your dreams. you and your goals are precious. and you must fight for them each day, every hour and perhaps even every minute. 
          
          time, my dear, can be clever. it can use you for its benefit and not the other way around.
          
          
          and therefore, you must ensure that you walk the day or even crawl (you need not neccesarily run), if you do not want it to run you. 

a small token of kindness (dated 14th July) 
          
          the sun when it smiles and its colour is as bright as a button, it looks the most beautiful. when it has lowered down into the horizon, it still has a faint glow and its beauty hardly diminishes. when it is setting, and its colors dance with the rest of the sky, it still does not lose its charm. the sun is absolutely breathtaking in all its forms. as so is the moon, the stars, the trees and all forms of life.
          you may not be the sun or the moon, but you are a human. a wonderful creation of God. He created and nurtured you to perfection and He takes pride in you. 
          no matter what the world today tries to convince you to beleive in, remember you are the truth. they are just liars afraid you may speak up and ruin their way. 
          you are not obligated to listen to anything that causes you to doubt your appearance. 
          some of us are like the sun in its complete glory; fresh and vibrant. others are like the afternoon sun; soft and warm. and then there are some others who are just like the setting sun; charming and exquisite. 
          but no matter which category you best fit into, you are magnificent. 
          and the earth appreciates you for who you are. 
          
          
          

a small token of kindness (dated 11 July 2021) 
          
          it is so often that we work hard, put our blood and sweat into something, with absolutely nothing that comes in return. no appreciation, no positive feedback and no sound praise. more like we worked for nothing. 
          yes, it is absolutely normal to feel dejected and burnt out with no reason to continue any more. 
          but life does not work that way. it is all about the ones who die death upon death. it is about the ones who can come back stronger when failure touches them. it is about the ones who do not know what giving up even means. it is about the ones who strive and fight for what they wish to earn. 
          and you know want to know a secret? we have all always had a certain golden spoon in our mouths. 
          you know what it is? 
          time. 
          they say that we cannot appreciate a blessing while it is present and in abundance too.
          the ones who use this spoon wisely truly find their lives to have become as precious and shiny as gold. 
          if they can do it, with just a wise usage of time, then why can't you?
          this is your reminder to never find a reason to stop. to beat yourself and fight for your dreams. 
          anyone can dream about those medals and trophies, but it takes real courage to wake up and still have the willpower to fight for holding them in your hands.