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a small token of kindness (10th january 2023) 
          
          
          collapsed gravity, standing time;  a future unattended, a past repeated. crinkled boats, suffering ink wells; where words end, feelings begin. snow from moon, smudges that sting; the torment of blood a maze refined. 
          
          tree of pain, rehearsed branches of hope; frolicking miracle, a shadow of the banished. cozen jasmine, 
          mutable vases; toes wild, lambent homelessness. mineral cheeks, kiss of citrus; you are fire with flames that hug. 
          
          a galaxy of maple lakes, a century of strings; kite of contact, a warm pendulum. inherent catapult, beauty a candle flicker; an archipelago of petals, a bee of sedation.  tinsels of wisteria, needles of kin; vermillion heaven, welcoming hell. 
          
          frozen spring, olive bricks; swings glaucous, pomegranate unhealthy. conifer vigilant, love that condenses; taj mahal of twilight, a philocalist spirit. never you open before the awaken, a heart that carries orchids; bloom before the broken, the ones who do not know burial. 
           #adropofhumanity 
          
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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 (21st November 2021) 
          
          the light of November's sun is that of a sinful sunset, with pine needled preaches and nocturnal nostalgic nostal. death is a conduit of life, the sun a kiss of eternal life. where it thrives, where the storm blooms with bones, where the flowers cherish the obsidian raging with blue; the sky a constellation of ivory palms and forged children. 
          
          the steam of the moon's mind is but a gentle ray, its wounded woman a warrior of porcelain blood. what it protects, what is gives, and how much tumult we return. the power of a thousand springs against a winter fueled by graceful wildfire. 
          
          oceans and glasses under the gaze of crystal, the walk of a bangled dandelion along the whispering waves, words of worship, a call of submission to the floating nerves. barefooted youth, a place of massacred mind and hopeless happiness. the seas understand, they have found your shadows and have preserved them in flights of beads. 
          
          whether day or night, the sky shines with pride. like a little water and a bit of salt make up an ocean,  war and a bandage make up a human. light is light, whether pink or purple. each has a station in the universe, a homely hug, and every one has a place destined together, with unity, like a rainbow. 
           #adropofhumanity 

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 (8th October 2021) 
          
          perhaps it is not entirely insensible to believe that the sun has not only poetically but in the literal sense tasted a universe of existences; a conundrum of souls wrapped around it in sequences. it lives in thousands colours, in a lamp of calloused hands, in early shades of fresh flowers and roaring of summer tides.
          
          fresh earth has been stamped with prints of stained feet; those of agonized shadows and sinful priests. these have not collapsed, neither did they rot. they deprive the depths of the sand of its calm. they never pass, they never cease. they change from a mass to another, from a place to the other, like time in a clock that ticks. 
          
          it is unbelievable to say but everything is based upon vigilance. the earth with its trees. the sky with its balance. the sun with its warmth. the moon with its darkness. death with its unanimousity. and life with its universe. where there is a sense of extraordinary power, there is caution. 
          
          human form is such that all that life cannot stitch up in it, death will. the ache of mundanity is such that there is the occurrence of gradual assimilation into nihility; like the air from the creak of a windowpane that melts into the air confined to itself in a room. like the aroma of a warm cup of cardamom tea that infuses with the damp September nights from the mystical fields. 
          
          but before death shall arrive, will nothing heal and will nothing stop to bleed? your heart continues to let its blood infuse the body with life. therefore, if you must bleed after all, perhaps do so in a manner that heals as it kills. 
          
          blood symbolises power, growth and achievement. whether agreed upon or not, death fears it. death despises it. 
          
          beginning of life is dark and so is its end. and in between, survival is possible only if you bleed, collect the blood, burn it and leave iridescent prints behind. 
           #adropofhumanity