What are you doing this evening?
The evening dances soft and bright,
With laughter floating into night.
A daughter’s smile, a playful gleam,
Turns simple hours into a dream.
What are you doing this evening?
The evening dances soft and bright,
With laughter floating into night.
A daughter’s smile, a playful gleam,
Turns simple hours into a dream.
What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?
A smile that hides a secret ache,
A kindness worn for self’s own sake.
When truth is veiled in soft disguise,
The heart senses where danger lies.
Describe your ideal week.
A calm week where hours drift like clouds,
Simple joys bloom without a sound.
Laughter lingers, worries fade,
And each small moment feels handmade.

A green bridge hums like nature’s song,
Where leaves wear laughter all day long.
The stream, a mirror to dreams unseen,
A quiet door to worlds between.
Simi
Through Jayatiz lens

Stone walls hold stories, quiet in their grace,
While wheels and whispers rush through time and space.
The rain hums softly, old and new entwine,
Where roots and roads converge, the soul aligns.
Simi
As captured by Jayati.
How do you relax?
I’m at ease even when I’m in constant work,
like a butterfly weaving through gardens at dusk.
Its gentle path flows with effortless art,
bringing peace to the restless heart.
If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be?
If I had to give up, I would give up, “Yesterday”
release its hold and not let it weigh.
The present alone is where I belong,
a fleeting now that forever stays strong.
Are you holding a grudge? About?
No grudge to drag, no weight to hide,
life skips along like a carefree tide.
Each moment’s a treasure, too bright to bring down,
in heartfelt gratitude, joy wears the crown.

Between these walls of paper and ink,
lie worlds far deeper than we think.
Each spine a doorway, each page a key,
unlocking the vast infinity.
Time folds gently where stories reside,
wisdom and wonder stand side by side.
Amid the clutter, a truth is clear,
eternity lingers, quietly here.
Simi
As captured by Jayati

Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
Beneath distant skies where strangers dwell,
I carried my roots, yet wore them well.
The furthest path was a circle’s art,
For every mile led back to heart.