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Graceful Life #Poem #FictionMonday

December 21, 2024

The harsh realities,the unpleasant truths,the unkind experiences—life, a mixed bag of sweet, sour, and bitter. Yet, there’s grace in the chaos,in the uncertainties that pop in and out.There’s beauty in surviving,as resilience and hope emerge,dancing through the intensifying tensionbetween despair and promise. The ever-so-graceful life,despite its jagged edges,offers moments of stillness—soft whispers of happiness,tender reminders … More Graceful Life #Poem #FictionMonday

Dewdrops #FictionMonday #Poem

December 16, 2024

Could the dewdrops be repulsedby the world around them,clinging so dearly to the petals? Or are they gently drawnto the flower’s delicate touch,its tender embrace,whispering sweet nothingsin quiet communion? Perhaps it isn’t aversion,not an escape from something else.It might simply be affection,a quiet fondness,that draws the dewdropsto the petals. © Vinitha Dileep This piece is written … More Dewdrops #FictionMonday #Poem

Skill #FictionMonday #Poem

December 9, 2024

To be kind to yourself,as you would to anyone else—is it possible?A skill indeed,a valuable one,if only you can masterkindness toward yourself. © Vinitha Dileep This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and twenty-ninth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – SKILL hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have … More Skill #FictionMonday #Poem

One Thing I’d Change #Poem

December 4, 2024

What’s that one thing I would change about myself? I want to say there isn’t any. I’m good as I am, flaws and all. Thank you very much. A usual, noncommital answer, showing off an uncalled expression of self-love, proclaiming “I am enough”,covering up the bruises and aberrations as if they mean nothing— but are … More One Thing I’d Change #Poem

If I Didn’t Need Sleep

November 26, 2024

If I didn’t need sleep,I would happily gaze at the stars,night after night. If I didn’t need sleep,I would count the stars flitting in and out,between veils of clouds. If I didn’t need sleep,would I grow bored of gazingat the sparkling stars, night after night? But I need my sleep—to dream of counting stars,hopping from … More If I Didn’t Need Sleep

Kaleidoscope of Time #FictionMonday

September 23, 2024

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

The Power of Wish #FictionMonday

June 3, 2024

The power of wish is realized when you are ready to give your wish the power to come true. The power to take action,instead of merely wishing and waiting. The power to try anyway,the power to take a chance— these powers lie with you,only you. The power of wish is only as strong as you,as … More The Power of Wish #FictionMonday

Unseen Battles #FictionMonday

May 28, 2024

Unseen battles rage, inside the head,words of shame and doubt, torture relentlessly,sharp and blunt,hacking away,again and again,self-doubt urges you to give up. Yet each day, you grow a bit more courageous than yesterday,grateful for the lessons learned. You persist despite the constant nagging of negativity. Each morning, you find new ways to confront the battle, refusing … More Unseen Battles #FictionMonday

Keep Moving Forward #FictionMonday

April 25, 2024

Is it the many detours that make you forget your destination? Better late than never—there’s still time, as long as you’re alive. Shed the apprehensions and set sail again. Even if you arrive later than desired, or never reach the destination, don’t give up just yet. It’s better than tracing the same loops again and … More Keep Moving Forward #FictionMonday

When Memories Bloom #FictionMonday

April 22, 2024

In the pink flowers live my memories vividly, as though my past finds solace in their embrace,under the charisma of the bougainvillea blooms. Grandpa, grandma, cousins, aunts… they appear in my mind’s eye, one by one, every time I glimpse these graceful flowers,igniting childhood memories, one after another. A simple flower sparking a myriad of … More When Memories Bloom #FictionMonday