sophiadamilola03

Assalamualaikum guys ❤️❣️
          	How are you all doing?
          	I'm sorry I've not been up lately.. I've been busy with some stuffs. Just thought it'll be nice to check on my precious and irreplaceable ☺️☺️ followers..
          	How've you been lately? How prepared are y'all for RAMADAN. RAMADAN is 13th of April In Shaa Allah and it's a month of mercy, forgiveness and thorough repentance. OMG....I'm sooooooooooo excited and in fact I'm prepared? Are you excited and how prepared are you??
          	I wish y'all a happy preparation... 
          	Have a nice day ahead ❣️❤️

princessayeesh

@sophiadamilola03 wait!! How come I'm just seeing this...hehe, I didn't get any notifications.
          	  
          	  Anyways yayyyyyy I'm so excited for this.
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ZoyaMuslimah100

@sophiadamilola03 Walaikumusalam sis
          	  Alhamdulillah, what about you, sis?
          	  Yes Alhamdulillah, RAMADAN is getting near! I am so soo much exited.
          	  In Sha Allah, you too have a nice night/day:)❤️
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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 

adropofhumanity

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 

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 
          

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 
          

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 
          

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 
          

adropofhumanity

a token of kindness (22nd July 2021) 
          
          have you witnessed with a clear vision thunderstorms and lightening? 
          
          indeed, it is a natural occurrence but as usual there appears to my eye some hidden wisdom within it. 
          
          because nothing takes place without a reason, it is then highly possible that these thunderstorms attempt to teach us something of structure. 
          
          the sky is usually the epitome of ataraxy and quietude. it is seen to exhibit immense control and command over a variety of natural cycles. moreover, it also is as patient as job over so many issues that are thrown upon it. 
          
          but to every thing there is a limit. 
          
          so perhaps the thunderstorms are nothing but a way via which the sky unleashes the pain and hurt that it had left unattended for far too long. 
          
          in a similar manner, never let anyone take undue advantage of you and your strengths. your consideration might seal the "no" within your mouth, but the amount of blood they would feed on by the time their real intentions come to light would be lost. too many hearts have been unnecessarily hurt just for the fact that its owner practised the art of saying "yes" to all offers made and "no" to its own needs. 
          
          in a world that has already died, do not expect the alive to be valued.
          
          and while kindness spreads sparks of happiness, overkindess or "toxic kindness" ignites its owner on fire. 
          

Sky_Gazer90

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          ☘❝ So this is your life, and you are going to be both
          moved and confused by it. You are going to
          experience things that will inspire you, and things
          that you will never quite come to terms with. You
          are going to love people that you will sometimes
          lose, but you will also find those who stay.
          Appreciate those people, let them know that you
          care. You are going to laugh until you cry, you are
          going to ache in ways you never thought possible;
          you are going to be exhausted by the chaos of it all
          and ignited by the beauty. You are going to be hurt,
          and you are going to hurt. Sometimes you will be
          the bad person. Sometimes you will be the one who
          makes the mistake. Sometimes you will have to give
          yourself your own closure. Sometimes you will have
          to let go. Sometimes you will have to find comfort
          in being alone, in being lost. Yes, this is your life,
          and though it can be unpredictable, and messy, even
          though it can break you down you are going to
          survive it. You will always survive it. ❞ 
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          ♡ ˚.*ೃ  What good are wings, without the courage to fly? ~