Prose Poem

Mind

and the many games it plays!

Photo by Jeppe Hove Jensen on Unsplash

Sometimes the mind is adamant. No writable words peering or falling out.

That feeling of I’m empty seeps through when the mind holds out on you.

But you know it is not true. You have seen glimpses enough to conclude that the mind is not devoid of words. In fact, you’ve heard the buzzing of words plenty of times…

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A lover of words, a blogger, a writer who loves stringing words together & adoringly calls them poems. https://vinithadileep.com

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Vinitha Dileep

Vinitha Dileep

A lover of words, a blogger, a writer who loves stringing words together & adoringly calls them poems. https://vinithadileep.com

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