treesandbirds_7

Greetings, dear reader. Firstly, I extend my apologies for entering your space without prior permission. Secondly, I kindly request you to peruse my work and share your thoughts on whether you find it enjoyable or not. The narrative revolves around an arranged marriage that isn't entirely conventional. I would greatly appreciate your feedback. As a new writer, your support is crucial for my improvement and motivation to produce more content. I believe you won't regret taking the time to read it. Thank you.
          
          A small part of my story
          
          I observed her nervously chewing her lower lip-a new detail I discovered about her today. It seemed to be a habit she had when feeling uneasy.
          
          A smile automatically formed on my lips as I noticed her reaction. I had no intention of touching her in a way that went beyond our boundaries before getting married. I deemed it important to respect the sanctity of our relationship.
          
          Unless she expressed a desire for physical contact, I wouldn't impose anything on her. I believed in allowing our relationship to develop at a slow pace, nurturing an unbreakable bond between us.
          
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Chronicles_of_love

Hey 
          Hope you're doing great. 
          If you're accepting reading requests, then do checkout my new story, Meant to be Together.
          
          Your votes and comments would be highly appreciable. 
          Thank you and sorry for taking your time. 
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adropofhumanity

a token of kindness [ 18th july 2023 ] 
          
          insecure poems, confident aches; inspired decades yet everyday a death. stretching silences, concrete words; homes that melt and walls that echo. floating feet, rotten flowers; waves that pause in an ocean that seamlessly flows. 
          
          fluttering thoughts, fiddling feelings; coloured mouths and disappearing promises. hibernating lights and travelling darknesses; lingering lilacs and luminescent shadows. 
          
          minds of pearls, mouths of venom; do not lose by playing to their strengths. corridors of history, weaponsied love; transient nor malleable. fragile loneliness, screaming insecurities;  not every sunset has to be colourful. 
          
          sun of rain, thunders of frustration; mornings like amnesia, cloudless burdens. midday pride, repentance heavy; grief stricken victories, blackbird joys. mansions of footsteps, tears of dreams; we are all graves carrying the dying spark of life in us. 
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adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 10th july 2023  ] 
          
          mountains and decorators, exhaustion and evil eye; surviving bones and careless finds. funeral floods and tumbling sorrows; forests and bridges of laughters and morals. feelings migrated, clouds and dresses; that which rains does not always bring about harvest. 
          
          clocks of manners, a road of residences; hearts like maples marked along fences. pictures of politeness, smiles like wounds; world a death of another, burial grounds like jasmine blooms. 
          
          mornings of questions, blurred evening attempts; youth of trial and error, life a honeycomb aged. dreams of wounds, dreams like a father's disappointment; storms like swaying birth, storms sometimes like corpses of discipline.  
          
          disassociated honour, ribbed filters; what binds is not glue, rather, mutual respect. eastern wind and crepuscular billows; howling books and silent words. the majesticness of months yet the solemnity of years; to the hearts that wriggle with pain, silence is delicate, thin ice-like elegance. 
           #adropofhumanity

itsjstab

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adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 19th 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