Vinitha Dileep is a lover of words who found solace in writing and rewriting software codes until life took a turn and laid the path to writing poems every day. You can read her affair with words at Void Thoughts (http://thevoidthoughts.com)
Often I thought I was stuck,
my life—an unfortunate side effect
of circumstances.
My voice and reasoning
never to be heard,
I was told,
until I decided not
to be labeled
as a victim of circumstances. … More And The Journey Goes On!
Welcome to the two hundred and seventy-second edition of Fiction Monday.
“You don’t have to be great to start, but you have to start to be great.” – Zig Ziglar … More Fiction Monday – 272
“Who told you it’s empty? I saw light there last week,” chided little Mary.
“Everyone knows that house has been vacant for years, Mary.” Joe couldn’t believe the stories his sister came up with these days. For a five-year-old, she was quite creative.
“Stop lying, Mary,” scolded Joe. … More The Vacant House
Earlier this month, I decided to write and publish daily. Although I didn’t publish every day, I wrote almost every day. When I first set out to write with the intention of publishing — beyond poetry and fiction — it felt like an immense task. … More Everyday Stories
Often, I hear
the gentle whisper
of my inner voice.
It guides me—
when I am in doubt,
when I feel scared,
when my mind feels cluttered. … More Listening Beyond Fear
Welcome to the two hundred and seventy-first edition of Fiction Monday.
“The first step toward success is taken when you refuse to be a captive of the environment in which you first find yourself.”- Mark Caine … More Fiction Monday – 271
Today it rained in the afternoon. My little one wanted to go for a walk in the rain, holding the umbrella. Unfortunately, by the time we stepped outside, the rain had cleared, leaving only puddles behind. We wandered around with the umbrella in hand, hoping the rain would return, but in vain. … More A Walk in the Rain
I’ve lost count
of the poems
I’ve written.
I’ll say many,
still not as many
as I’d like to.
Someday, perhaps. … More Someday, Perhaps
Welcome to the two hundred and sixty-ninth edition of Fiction Monday.
“It is never too late to be what you might have been.”- George Eliot … More Fiction Monday – 270
When the perturbed mind reflects,
chaos gleams pristine
in its own reflection. … More Pristine Chaos
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