Srishti Singh

Happy birthday ^w^

Heylo!!! 
          Here i have tried to put my imagination into a story. It's my first time and i would appreciate it if you have a look at it if it's not an Inconvenience. Thank you!!
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/305801679?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=misszmeris

Heylo! 
          
          I’ve published my book on a new account.
          
          Thrilled to share my latest book with you! Dive into a world of captivating story & intriguing characters. Consider giving my book a read. I hope it brings you joy, inspiration, and a memorable escape into its pages.
          
          Happy reading ;)
          
          Warm regards,
          Faye ✨
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/360517663?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=emberlynfaye

https://www.wattpad.com/story/354368256?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=SrishtiSingh26&wp_originator=0BEfUZkr0sBc0w7unS%2BJ9hgveg%2B3KSdTAYKhs%2FdRugw5pyzffUsfkqXtTjmtdkAYQrmhaKBHDVVGm3Skd2kqMyIX63cWyadDGauYL9UnlZ1RxMviGiTYAdWLXN7eVazc
          
          Do check this out guys :) 

❝ to be human is to be filled with emotions. let yourself free. allow yourself this necessity. instead of pushing the anger away or cowering from the envy, accept it as a part of your being. instead of telling yourself this is not who you are, give room to the negative emotions and let them pass by in a tide. we're a mix of good and bad both and sometimes, it takes experience to know. there's balance in everything. day and night. sun and rain. sky and ground. highs and lows. rise and fall. submit yourself to nature's dispense and watch yourself grow. ❞

Holla ;)
          Long time no see...I apologise for being this late....but I'll try me best not to disappoint u all from now onwards....so I have currently started a very new book "UNTIL I FOUND YOU".....Please check it out and i swear it will be very much interesting to read this book when as compared to other books as it is related to my personal life and also I'll be revealing something soon in this book ..so keep checking it out ;)
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/343503303?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=SrishtiSingh26&wp_originator=AY3ZP0lo9g7cXG9pslm0oKnF2xf8CwvNsnm1vte3U80dxFXuu%2BqQHr%2ByozPGsXQP5KMcfbxVn1Sn9cSgUCJZvgbK9f4eGFcxmB%2FrMFXbmD9OUVRZV9O1sJ34OhEO8xqF
          Thankyou❤️
          

a small token of kindness [ 20th february 2023  ] 
          
          blistering hope and disrupted forces, stomach of dirt and howling cresses; scraping blossoms and sunken springs. hollowed harvests, assaulted reaps; jeopardised desires and slivering skies. 
          
          mismatched woods and stolen petals; metaphorical gentleness and articulated coherence. dripping hearts, compendium ashes; ornate gale, weathered pages. 
          
          vintage eyes and handwritten libraries, fictional moon and escaped fantasies. inspiring nostalgia, doubtful guqin; poisonous inquiry, burial of heaven. vulnerability guarded, vindictive portraits; a monster of human needs, a devil of emotions. 
          
          brush-wood sprains and sinister autumns; stubborn walls and bittersweet burns. fluid memories, flamed nerves; familiar souvenirs,  a winter fued. a sadness of sharpness, bitter home in throat; caress the storms just as sadness has caressed tired norms. 
           #adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 28th january 2023 ] 
          
          heart that loves waters of wrinkles, a grave that loves a man of death and bones;  years of cold and hours of a backyard mirrors. floods of decades, hormones of violence; peace of unfamiliarity, an autumn of heart ache. 
          
          a jam of blue as a fight of love, a poet centuries old lurking in the present; lemons and neighbours, peaches and lungs. sins sacred before mercy, broken palms and roads of birth; sunset embroidered with veins, years fossilised with ricochet pain. 
          
          frosted letters, casual accents; love of bruised knuckles, a sip of sacred venoms. fingers of declaration, windshield dust; a lump of liability, a suffocated drink of laughter. an island where a soul sinks, oceans where the bodies bath; a thread of silk that cuts like glass. 
          
          evaporated pressure, fiery torrents; soul frozen and waltz of wakefulness. meadow of dawn, a canopy of a pleaide; frothing yearns and rippling reasons. death so close, yet addressed as cold; not every flower can be sweet, not every good heart can have enough honey. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness ( 21st january 2023 ) 
          
          bruised october, champagne bread; weeping permissions and tightened braids. a mother of brass, windows of pages; ebbs of midnight, divided miseries. 
          
          copper sprain, malachite oxygen; birds of meetings, broken silences. venn of the woods, the wind and the windpipe; foreign vowels, submerged wrinkles. wet crayons, scents of blue; crisp metaphors and pigeon hues. 
          
          palms of desserts, midnight sober; fire that slips, a womb of sonnets. lemonade poems, an annihilating waist; casual grave, a whisper of conclusions. a poet of confessions, a sky of sin; sacred rain, storm antique. 
          
          blurry opals and cigarette soliloquies; swaying septum and a bouquet of tattood ribs. spine of butter, vinegar patio; breastbone shelter, cronus love. white doorstep, a welcome ghost; trees forget leaves, winter shrinks bones. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness (15th january 2023) 
          
          late afternoon intoxications, silver bruises of the lake; half alive lilies and coquelicot verses. swimming decembers and stiff legged waters, crimson sounds and rain of sunflowers. sleep a candle, a shiver of cold winter; a demon merely sleeps to haunt an angel. 
          
          bellies of ocean, onomatopoeia based; bread like canine, haunting kestrel. spirits of terracottas, moulded with eruptions; lune of earth, scabbed with praise. residue of potency, river rock artichokes; penalty like quartz, merciless joy. 
          
          words of water, rituals of heart; primrose like feet, convenants of coneflower. woman of sandalwood, blood thinner than fluid; cushion and confusion an imploding reflections. banishing whispers, solitary shrouds; beaded intonations, burdened sabbath. 
          
          exigent rule of rhythm, an autumn womb; ancient pupils, latticed spirit. camellia hair, noor of protection; cardamom poems, smile of earth. sweet blues, a grapefruit toppled; strangers known, friends estranged. 
          
          poised separation, a moon of a thousand partings; a twilight of veiling curls, afternoon crescent.  confessions tasteless, dawn like wine; passing heavens, inwoven visage. some spines unending, nay, starless and bitter like tender hope. the sky cries, the earth is blinded by its tears;  when one cries the other hears. 
           #adropofhumanity