Some Spills Are Beautiful
Some spills are like rain
on a scorching summer day—
a welcome relief. … More Some Spills Are Beautiful
Some spills are like rain
on a scorching summer day—
a welcome relief. … More Some Spills Are Beautiful
Life is not a quest
to be solved from dawn to dusk—
live it on your terms. … More The Quest to Simply Be
Breathing in and out
seasons turn once more around
nature’s ebb and flow … More Flow
A mix of moments
gratitude and grace glimmers
wondrous this thing, life. … More Haiku
Soft morning whispers,
alarm chimes startling dreams far,
day will never wait! … More When Morning Calls
Letting Go One last flicker left,before the lantern surrenders,to become the night Hope Hope flickers softlylike stars outshining the fog—self-doubt disappears Sun Clouds may hide the sun,yet sunlight never flickers—it shines bright despite Memories Memories flickeras a glimmering smile shines,cherished moments stay © Vinitha Dileep This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and sixty … More Flicker – A Series of Haikus
A kaleidoscope,many seasons of life pass,vibrant with colors. Memories grow faint,as time’s filter slowly shifts,yet colors remain. © Vinitha Dileep This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and eighteenth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – FILTER hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. Check … More Kaleidoscope of Time #FictionMonday
empty words all ’round many waves of promises dancing shadows laugh © Vinitha Dileep This haiku is written in response to the one hundred and sixty third edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – WAVES hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. Check out my YouTube … More Promises #FictionMonday #Haiku
Blushing bride, the sky, Graceful than ever she is, Serene, this feeling. Joining Esha & Natasha for #WordlessWednesday with a Haiku.
Drifted from its path Heralding a change in season Graceful and unique Writing a Haiku after a long time. Though I cheated with an extra syllable, I couldn’t perfect it the way I would have liked. This stray battered-looking leaf landed upon the window of my car one afternoon and I clicked immediately. It looked so … More Stray #WordlessWednesday 71