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
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
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
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