In the midst of never-ending what-ifs and might-bes, the journey is never easy— weighed down by worries umpteen. … More When Worries Worry| Void Thoughts
Sometimes it feels like there is only room for clutter in my mind. Every event, every memory, haggling, hustling, harassing my mind-space, everything tossed aside and around, scattered all over.| Void Thoughts
A lot is going on, isn’t it? Around us. In this world. In our lives. So much is going on. … More We Are Okay| Void Thoughts
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 sunli…| Void Thoughts
Storms brew in silence,hidden behinda well-rehearsed smile. So well-disguised—this turbulence the mind contains.A chaos dressed in calm. Perhaps the way outis learning to sit within. From storm to stillness, to peace. © Vinitha Dileep This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and sixty first edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – TURBULENCE … More The Turbulent Mind| Void Thoughts
Your life shouldn’t be aboutwho hurt you,or what broke you,or how deeply you were wounded,or how quickly you wiped away the tears. But about how you cared for yourself anyway,how you stood up when it was hardest to,how you kept finding something to love in yourself,how you refused to let the scarstake center stage. Your … More It’s Your Life| Void Thoughts
The world will go on spinning on its axis, as usual—but your world begins to shift.You start to feel free—to make your mistakes,to chase your dreams,to give yourself permission to explore. You feel…| Void Thoughts
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 …| Void Thoughts
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…| Void Thoughts
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 the…| Void Thoughts