Storms brew in silence,hidden behinda well-rehearsed smile. So well-disguised—this turbulence the mind contains.A chaos dressed in calm. Perhaps the way outis learning to sit within. From storm to stillness, to peace. © Vinitha Dileep This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and sixty first edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – TURBULENCE … More The Turbulent Mind
Your life shouldn’t be aboutwho hurt you,or what broke you,or how deeply you were wounded,or how quickly you wiped away the tears. But about how you cared for yourself anyway,how you stood up when it was hardest to,how you kept finding something to love in yourself,how you refused to let the scarstake center stage. Your … More It’s Your Life
The world will go on spinning on its axis, as usual—but your world begins to shift.You start to feel free—to make your mistakes,to chase your dreams,to give yourself permission to explore. You feel lighter,no longer burdened by the weight of expectations,no longer hiding behind masks worn to please others,no longer living for others, no longer stuck … More What Happens When You Don’t Care
See…it is neither simple,nor complex. Neither polished,nor raw. Just purely—human. It takes one vital ingredient.You. Not the world’s noise.Not the weight of who hurt you.Not the maps of how you were treated.Not the logs of how you coped. But—the way your heartstill softens. Kindness…isn’t a reaction. It’s a choice.A pulse your radar catches—even when the … More It Begins With You
My mind is on vacation mode—refusing to jot down sensible thoughts.Not even senseless ones reston my mind’s window at this time.I write down daily gratitudeat the end of the day,and that’s all the writing I do these days.I’m not in a hurry to write either.When the mind isn’t ready,is there a point in forcing wordsjust … More Not In A Hurry
Sometimes, they’re just scribbles.Sometimes, they show the fragile mess of a restless mind.Sometimes, they’re just thoughts that happen to land on a piece of paper.Sometimes, they try to tell a story.Sometimes, they hold fears I’d rather not say out loud.And always, it starts with a random scribble—some messy lines that somehowcalm the noise in my … More Scribbles
Let it be. Simple, isn’t it? But experience says that’s one of the hardest things to do. Even a simple act like writing a daily gratitude journal will flourish only if we master the art of letting it be—letting the words and gratitude gleam and bubble up naturally. You know what tampers with letting it … More Let It Be
Welcome to the two hundred and fifty-third edition of Fiction Monday. “Though no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.” – Carl Bard Stories From Last Week Cinquain Contemplation by SarahThe nature rhyme by SuzanaRhyme Time by Vinitha Fiction Monday Word Prompt – GLEAM The idea … More Fiction Monday – 253
Oftentimes, I feel like a brick,When I try to rhyme, I get stuck.In finding words that gently nudge,To keep me going, I feel the urge. Writing perfect poetry—Now that’s a real mystery.But I can’t give up, not yet,For verses lift me when I’m upset. When I dare to let thoughts flow,Through woven words that softly … More Rhyme Time
but there isn’t any.some days lack the fuel—to move, to make, to feel.no motivation to go on,no inspiration to create,no energy to smile,not even enough to cry. some days offer nothing.and on those days,I remind myself—it’s not the will that’s gone,but the strength to seethat will still waits,beneath the weight of it all. the will … More The Flicker Within
Void Thoughts 