What makes a good neighbor?
The one whose presence need not be loud,
You may share a meal, or just the same cloud.
Days may pass without a word or call,
Yet their smile feels like sunlight on your wall.
Their home, in quiet ways, imparts
A flavor that lingers in your heart.
What could you try for the first time?
I could try stillness without a plan,
To simply be, not just outrun what I can.
To let life unfold, not chase or strive,
Just trust the art of being alive.
What principles define how you live?
I don’t live by rules carved in stone,
But by a purpose I’ve made my own.
It shifts, it breathes, yet stays sincere,
My compass within, forever clear.
What have you been putting off doing? Why?
I’ve been putting off the things I know,
That ask me still to learn and grow.
Some roads aren’t meant to start in haste,
Even waiting is a part of the race
When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?
The day I knew I was responsible for me,
I found both strength and liberty.
Not in control, but gentle care,
To hold my heart and still be there.
I rise again, as I always do,
Silent witness to love and longing.
They wait for me, eyes glistening with devotion,
Hands folded, hearts whispering ancient promises.
I see hunger, not for food, but for faith.
For something eternal in a world so fleeting.
And I wonder, do they know,
The light they seek in me, already glows within them?
I’ve watched centuries pass like silver clouds,
Women praying, men smiling,
Families gathering under my gentle gaze,
And still, no one asks me how I shine.
It isn’t the sun alone that gives me light,
It’s the patience to reflect, the courage to be still.
Maybe love is the same,
Not always burning, sometimes simply glowing back.
So tonight, as you lift your veil and look up,
Don’t just see me, see yourself.
For the moon you adore,
Is merely your own calm, mirrored in the sky.
Simi
Through Sujay’s lens
If you had a million dollars to give away, who would you give it to?
I’d gift it where hope has lost its name,
Where light still flickers beneath the rain.
For giving is not about wealth or fame,
It’s setting a soul back into flame
What’s something you would attempt if you were guaranteed not to fail.
I’d pour my heart into healing each soul,
Mending the cracks that once took the toll.
I’d plant more faith where fear once grew,
And teach the world what gratitude can do.
What was the hardest personal goal you’ve set for yourself?
To love, yet not to lead their way,
To guide through silence more than say.
To trust their wings, though skies are new,
That’s the hardest goal a heart can do.
Who are your favorite artists?
Those who turn pain into color and grace,
Who paint truths time can’t erase.
Their work isn’t shown, it’s felt through the heart,
For they live what others call art.
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