Describe one habit that brings you joy.
I don’t chase habits, don’t count or bind,
Joy lives outside the patterned mind.
No need to measure, strive, or show,
It rises quiet, and starts to flow.
Author: SIMI
A lover of life and its divine details, I chose many professions, but writing chose me. The word infinity has always stirred a quiet wonder in me, about where we come from, where we’re going, and what lies beyond. It is this wonder that fuels my words.
A certified life coach, dentist, nutritionist, dietitian, content creator, and French language enthusiast, I wear many hats, but at heart, I’m a seeker. A seeker of meaning, of beauty, of the unseen stories that surround us. To me, life is not a destination, but a sacred process of continuous learning, feeling, and unfolding.
This space, Poetry and Fitness, is where my passions meet: emotional well-being, physical health, parenting reflections, and poetic expression. Through every post, every poem, and every quote, I hope to spark thought, healing, and a sense of connection.
Thank you for being here. Let’s grow, heal, and rise together.
Threads of Wonder
What are you curious about?
I marvel at an ant’s small stride,
Then dream beneath the starry tide.
A leaf that twirls, a mountain wide,
All stir the seeker deep inside.
I chase no end, no final goal,
Just threads of wonder feed my soul.
Steps of the Unseen
Write about a random act of kindness you’ve done for someone.
She gripped the rail with trembling grace,
Each step a mountain, slow to trace.
I held her hand, we climbed as one,
No medals won, but hearts were spun.
If You Couldn’t See Me…
How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?
Like morning tea with a spicy twist,
A breeze that teases, hard to resist!
Half poetry, half curious spark,
You’ll guess I’m smiling in the dark.
Tradition, My Way
What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?
I light the lamp, I wear the thread,
But skip the scripts the elders said.
Not every ritual makes me whole,
I follow few, but with my soul.
Atypical as Always
Was today typical?
Not quite the same, not wildly new,
A touch of calm, a shade askew.
A sprinkle of magic in mundane clay,
No, I wouldn’t call it a typical day.
Becoming
How would you describe yourself to someone?
A whisper of calm, with a thunderous core,
A seeker of less, but dreaming of more.
Part wildflower, part well-read storm,
I bend with the wind but refuse to conform.
Echoes of a Triceratops
If you could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be?
I’d call back the Triceratops, calm and grand,
A symbol of peace in a war-worn land.
Its silence would echo through time’s great lapse,
A whisper of balance in nature’s collapse.
Whispers of Rome
If you won two free plane tickets, where would you go?
I’d drift to Rome with skies so wide,
Where time and beauty softly collide.
A gelato in hand, lost in art’s embrace,
Love writes itself in every place.
Simied
What’s the story behind your nickname?
Dad named me Simi, not just on a whim,
Short for Simran, a soulful hymn.
Meditative, joyful… perhaps a bit quirky,
Guess they sensed I’d dance through life murky!
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