Asking for help—it takes courage,the kind that tremblesbut steps forward anyway. To accept itwhen freely offered,to lean into itwithout shame,without shrinking your worth—that is strength.That is wisdom.That is human. You may choose not to help,or give with an open heart—both are yours to choose.But never askwhat you’re owed for kindness.That is where helploses its name. … More The Grace in Helping
I hold on to my memories so dearly—sometimes, I fear they’re all I have.Perhaps that’s why I keep making new ones—snapshots from todaythat might sweeten tomorrow,like faded photographs tucked into the corners of my mind. But memories, they fade—softly, quietly, bit by bit.That’s why it matters to live each momentas if it truly counts—because it … More Memories, They Fade and Gleam #FictionMonday #Poem
To be a whisper—of poetry, or a poet—wouldn’t that be marvelous? A letter, a line, a fleeting theme of verse—To be any of it—how wondrous would that be?Or to be a poem itself! When I meet a poem, I feel a perfect union of souls.Do you think poems wander,searching for a home,a place to rest?I … More Whispers of a Word #FictionMonday #Poem
Pause. Think. Overthink. Hesitate—for what?to speak your truth?such a simple word,yet so hard to say—No. No stands firm,fearless and whole.no justifications needed,a sentence—wild and free. Say no with no guilt whatsoever,create space to breathewhen mindless yesesbegin to suffocate you. Find power in staying true,show self-love by claiming your space.exercise your right to say no,say it … More The Freedom of No #FictionMonday
A sepia-toned swatch of moments from yesterdaysplaying in my mind’s courtyard,serenading my today—a quiet, tireless hum enveloping. Memories gather—soft echoes of what was,a distant glow of the past inviting meto go back in time andlinger a moment longer,past, where I sometimes seek refuge,and sometimes, find one. I reach for the warmth of voices once near,the … More Listening to the Hum of the Past #poem #FictionMonday
Rain is a feeling, gentle and sweet,even if it is mere raindrops flirting with your windowpane.It fills your soul with tingling warmth,a sensation only rain can evoke. It empties the void,inviting nostalgia into the crevices of your mind.Rain is meant to be felt,with passion, every now and then. It rained this weekend. The week began with scattered droplets, teasing us with the memory of rain — something mostly absent … More It Rained Yesterday #Poem
Every piece of me is just as importantas the whole of me.For what would the whole of me bewithout all the pieces of me? Treasure the pieces of you,the ones you proudly showand the ones you hide away.For each piece, big or small,makes you whole. © Vinitha Dileep This piece is written in response to the two … More Pieces of Me #FictionMonday
A kaleidoscope of memoriestrapped in the mind,playing yesterday’s notesat odd times. A broken kaleidoscope—fragments of beautiful moments,shattered pieces of bittersweet. They cut deep as they unfold,yet hold a beautyI will cherishfor as long as I live. © Vinitha Dileep This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and thirty-ninth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the … More Bittersweet Memories #FictionMonday #Poem
A moment of stillness,subtly encapsulating nature’s artistry,brimming with exuberance,transcending the ordinary,breathing elegance—a gentle whisper of life,nurtured by nature. © Vinitha Dileep This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and thirty-sixth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – NATURE hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. … More Whispers of Stillness #FictionMonday #poem
Let it fall freely—Words, thoughts, ruminations—Without filter,Without delay. Let it not drown your mind.Drop it off—The weight of carrying “what ifs.”Free your mind. Breathe in,Breathe out,Slowly.Calm the nerves,Reset the mind. Sip that coffee,Relax. Without delay,Let it all out—The worries, the anxieties,The expectations. Relish the now,Savor the present.Life is beautiful,When you slow down and face it,Not … More In The Now #FictionMonday
Void Thoughts 