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Woods #ThursdayTreeLove

11 Friday Nov 2022

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Appalachian trail in Shenandoah National Park, Virginia

woods aren’t always dark and cold,
not when they filter the sunlight in
and let the breeze hug you
not when they shed their leaves around you
as if they are conversing with you!

woods aren’t always dark and deep,
not when they keep an eye out for you
and promise to be there waiting for you
when you are done with your quest
as if they are the friends you sought always!

woods aren’t always dark and cold,
not when they safeguard your secrets
and let you continue your journey in peace
not when they listen to your stories
as if there is no one else in the world!

woods aren’t always dark and deep,
not when they offer a home away from home
and trails leading to a better clarity
not when you find a piece of you
among the rustle of leaves!

© Vinitha Dileep

Joining #ThursayTreeLove hosted at happiness and food by Parul this week.

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27 Thursday Oct 2022

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A cute nest spotted in Washington, DC 
where one's heart is,
where one feels safe,
where one is free to be themselves,
where one can rest peacefully,
that's home.

This picture is clicked during our visit to Washington, DC in the first week of October. The hustle and bustle of this place is incredible, so are the gorgeous historic buildings. A pair of eyes seemed too few to soak in the beauty of Washington DC. Amidst the hustle and bustle, we spotted this cozy nest in front of the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History. It was indeed a serene sight.

© Vinitha Dileep

Joining #ThursayTreeLove hosted at happiness and food by Parul this week.

Yesterday #FictionMonday

03 Monday Oct 2022

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those cherished memories -  
smearing fragrances, 
spilling colors,
in today's pages. 

yesterday, a page written in the past - 
forgotten memories,
lost moments,
all safe in the past.
Yesterday – Poem

© Vinitha Dileep

This piece is written in response to the one hundred and sixteenth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘YESTERDAY’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Gift #FictionMonday

26 Monday Sep 2022

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how else will you know if you are gifted or not,
if you dare not to open the present?

how else will you know if your gift is valuable or not,
if you never use it?

how else will you add more value to your gift,
if you never dare to share it with the world?

believe it or not,
you are gifted
believe it or not,
it’s time to use it, share it, and
be proud of it.

© Vinitha Dileep

This piece is written in response to the one hundred and sixteenth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘GIFT’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Miracle #FictionMonday

19 Monday Sep 2022

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you can forever search for a miracle with no luck
until you find happiness in just being alive,
soaking in the morning sun,
cherishing the little moments that pass by,
and not be in a haste to chase after those fleeting moments,
but let it pass by you
leaving you with nothing but gratitude,
for life simply is a miracle
to those who are willing to appreciate life
with a heart filled with gratitude. 

© Vinitha Dileep

This piece is written in response to the one hundred and fifteenth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘MIRACLE’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Summer #ThursdayTreeLove

17 Wednesday Aug 2022

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summer sprinkles a shine all around
making the flowers loaned from the spring smile even brighter
the freshly woven cobwebs bridging the flora reflect tantalizingly
like a carefully chosen piece of jewelry adorning the blooms
summer sprinkles a gorgeous glow all around
the fresh blossoms sometimes appear to be in a meditative prayer
summer shines fearlessly, making everything appear alluring in its glow
summer magic – irresistible and contagious!

© Vinitha Dileep

Joining Parul’s #ThursdayTreeLove with these lovely blooms captured during our summer holiday trip in California.

This piece is written in response to the one hundred and eleventh edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘PRAYER’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Time Doesn’t Stop #FictionMonday #Poem

22 Friday Apr 2022

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Time doesn’t stop, 
for anyone,
or anything!

then, what’s the point in putting your dreams on hold? 

because, time will run out on you eventually.
if you don’t live for yourself today,
are you sure that you can, tomorrow?

is there any guarantee there will even be a tomorrow laid out for you to live?

don’t let the dreams simmer inside you
let it boil and bubble up
let it bring you elation

you cannot pause the time, not even for a second

you can but try to freeze the time
by living this moment on your terms
time doesn’t stop for anyone or anything

but, I promise, if you live today to make your dreams come true

you will have cherished moments swirling inside you for years to come
all you need is to stop waiting and
start living your life on your terms

because,

time doesn’t stop, 
for anyone,
or anything!

© Vinitha Dileep

This poetry piece is written in response to the ninety-fourth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘SIMMER’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

Journey #ThursdayTreeLove

25 Friday Mar 2022

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Near Salt Lake River, Mesa, AZ

my path ahead
is filled with lifeless trees
staring into oblivion.

i move forward
not knowing where i end up eventually.
the skeletons of the trees
— are they guiding me somewhere?
or steering me to something dreadful?
do they represent
the nightmares i try to run away from
or the spring of hope that could appear in the distant future?

my journey continues, despite
the eluding answers

for now, i will find contentment
in pursuing this journey that leads to nowhere.

© Vinitha Dileep

Joining Parul’s #ThursdayTreeLove with this tree shot from Salt Lake River in Mesa, Arizona. We hiked this area in the last weekend of February –and it was a wonderful experience. Some trees resembled the ghosts of their past. What stories are they hiding? I wonder. The above verses are a figment of my imagination. I hope you enjoy this read.

Gleeful Trees #ThursdayTreeLove

17 Friday Dec 2021

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Kiwanis Park in Tempe, AZ

canopies of leaves
reaching out to share a touch,
maybe, share a story,
filtering light through,
offering shade,
ushering life

As much as this picture jolted me to jot down a couple of verses, my lines couldn’t do justice to the picturesque view that sprinkled a sense of serenity in me. This park we visited last month was such a treat for the soul.

Joining Parul’s Thursday Tree Love a week and a day late.

The path ahead #FictionMonday

28 Monday Jun 2021

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the way ahead was covered in darkness
I’m certain I was lost
there was no light
no hand reached out to guide me 
no quotes shined in my mind’s eye
nothing but plain darkness engulfed where I am rooted!

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a little later, I saw shadows
it made me jump
the unexpected movement
but, if shadows appear there has to be light
a slight tinge of light, perhaps, 
a tiny ray spilled from some distant source of light
without knowing that it is actually swaddling me in a blanket of hope,
this blanket of hope might appear so feeble, 
but in a moment so fragile and dark, this frail coat of hope grew my courage 
and I held on,
without giving up
and intact stood my frail hope

then appeared the lush green 
the shadows disappeared in to greenery all around me
the gentle breeze played with the plants, 
leaves softly fell whispering greetings to me
the frail hope now blown into a stream of calm

the scary darkness bloomed into a ripple of peace
and disintegrated my nightmare 
letting a new dream emerge!

This fictional piece is written in response to the fifty-first edition of Fiction Monday for the above picture prompt and the word prompt ‘QUOTE’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.