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
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
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
Void Thoughts 