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)
And the Thanks Giving weekend is over! Just like last year, we missed it this year too. Thanks Giving weekend was always look forward to when we were in Phoenix, not just because of the big sales that followed, or the food that was consumed, but also for the getting together with friends and spending … More An abode I miss! #MicroblogMondays #MondayMusings
Another WhatsApp joke forward on Aamir Khan’s comment find its way to my phone today. And I got upset, again. Yeah, he said what he said. Does that mean that the whole of India should hold him by his neck? Don’t we all make one or other comments like this in a day, when we … More To the WhatsApp Jokers!
I fumbled through the pages soaked with my ink through ages The sighs, I hear them amongst the murmurs Though it was only for my ears The stories I filled in daily my life, I saw playing out in front of my eyes, Triggering memories from the past A lone friend you were, hiding in … More Best Friend Forever!
Yesterday we went to a mall not so far from where we live. There were huge decorations everywhere. With Christmas just a month away decorations is a must and the crowd, oh, that was huge. Streets were filled with stalls of different kinds – food, drinks, clothes, scarves, hats, and there were people dressed up in … More #MicroblogMondays – Moments of despair and joy
Before hiding behind the countless stars, blue sky looked down, another day says goodnight! Written for NoMo at Yeah Write and NaBloPoMo at Blogher. Day -18
He: Do you worry about tomorrow? She: Yes! He: Do you worry about today? She: I worried about today yesterday. He: How was today? She: So far good. He: Then why did you worry? She: Because… Written for NoMo at Yeah Write and NaBloPoMo at Blogher. Day -17
never wanna miss, a tomorrow, for who knows the treasure it holds! Written for NoMo at Yeah Write and NaBloPoMo at Blogher. Day -16
Dear Diary, Every emotion can be expressed as a poem or a story. Yet sometimes, I find myself at a loss of words. That is when I experience the pains that had made its mark on my heart in the past. That is when I understand what a broken heart means. That is when I … More Diary of a broken heart!
Dinner ready. Dishes done. Kitchen cleaned. She sighed as she looked out of the window. He did promise to be home before the dinner gets cold today. From the past experiences, she knew not to hold her breath when it came to her husband’s promises. But he insisted stubbornly in the morning not to make … More Hope!
Heartbroken nature cried relentlessly, my heart followed her suit effortlessly, nature’s furry, they called it, my lunacy, they laughed about, And the ache promised to pop up again at oddest of the times to torment! Written for NoMo at Yeah Write and NaBloPoMo at Blogher. Day -13
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