shameecksha

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. 
           #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 

Shameeckshaaaaa~

HAPPY WOMEN'S DAYYY TO ALL MY LOVELIESSSS <3

selena summed up my entire personality in just one lyric: "i mean i could but why would i want to?"
          
          
          
          
          
          
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putting back my awfully-long writer's block, i'm starting to get invested in a new work of mine: maroon. 
          
          i can tell that this book is gonna hold a special place in my heart because it's mostly based on true events and my own life experiences. the main characters are figments of my own self, just a very little bit.
          
          but i gotta issue a warning beforehand: this book is gonna be an emotional rollercoaster. it's gonna make you scream at your phone, curse the characters, cry at devil's hour because that's what this book is about - the harsh reality of love and relationships. 
          
          i'm planning to bring forward an awareness upon various matters like domestic violence, emotional and physical abuse, sexual harassment and etc through the story of Kavya and Arjun. we all deserve to live and love in a safe and healthy environment.
          
          since i'm getting back to writing after almost two years, i can already tell that this is gonna be a very messy and complicated one. but i hope you guys choose to stick with me throughout the journey! 
          
          love you and have a great day/night ahead! <3

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

got my hands on this gorgeous deluxe edition of 'sense and sensibility' by jane austen and i don't think i'm ever gonna put it down because it looks so fricking beautiful! i mean the cover art itself is such a magnificent work! <3

i've been having this peculiar question rising up inside me for the past few days and i feel like my chest would explode if i didn't put it out somewhere hehe so here i am! XD
          
          i don't usually go building up expectations within myself that someone i love would do the exact same thing back for me. if i'm doing something good for a loved one, it's mainly because i want to see them be happy and free and mostly because i love them with all my heart. i don't expect anything in return.
          
          but recently i've been playing back my life in my mind and i feel like i've been passing a blind eye to something all along: that no one's ever given back to me. if it was some other day, i'd tell myself that i'm being too self-centred and no one should be forced to give back to you unless they really want to. but i kinda wanna feel something these days too. like waiting for you to finish tying your shoelaces, hitting up a sweet message, checking up on you, little words like "we're in this together or not at all" ( - all these things i've done for others), someone who could give back to me, at least the bare minimum or... is it me being self-centred? 
          
          i'm quite confused about my own feelings right now. is it bad to expect something in return from someone you love? is it toxic to build up expectations? :')
          
          if i've said something wrong or if i'm being toxic, please point it out without hesitation. i could really do with some advice now.
          
          have a nice day, everyone! don't let my rant spoil your dayyy <33

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