A Prose-Poem

The petals of dandelions appear delicate yet they are so fearless to blatantly show their beauty. It’s not fragile, or vulnerable in a negative sense.

Getting to show off their uniqueness — the fragility, the vulnerability, the ability to free itself from the flower and wander off slowly, elegantly and…

Haiku | Poetry

basil plant sprouting
amidst withered companions
gratitude in heart

This little bud survived our harsh Phoenix summer when no other plants in our backyard could! Seeing this tiny sprout was such a delight.

I hope this little guy survives the next summer too.

Vinitha Dileep is a lover of words…

When I decided to celebrate the 30 days of gratitude after reading Galit’s post, I was already a day late. Today makes me two days late. My natural tendency was to give up on the whole thing, citing a delayed and a not so perfect start.

Instead, I paused and…

The paper is scattered with words. There is no pattern. Or is there a pattern that I miss to understand?

The blotched ink on the paper says that despite the effort sometimes things get messy. I hate seeing blotches like that on paper. It isn’t professional. It isn’t nice.

But…

I wrote my first poem when I was in the 6th grade. I wrote one 6 liner verse and 4–5 2 liners and showed it to my parents.

I remember writing them, the hesitation and the desire to show them, the sort of disbelief on my parents’ face, the feeling…

Last week we went on a trip to see the fall colors. The trip was fabulous. We Phoenicians are deprived of fall colors and winter wonderland experiences if not for our cooler cities on the north side. …