What is your favorite genre of music?
I dance to tunes both old and new,
Where melodies rise and joy breaks through.
A beat that lifts, a hum that stays,
That kind of music makes my days.
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.
Barefoot and Beyond
Describe your most memorable vacation.
It wasn’t the place but how I felt,
Where worries vanished and time just knelt.
Barefoot joy beneath the wide sky,
And silence spoke more than words could try.
A Voice That Walks You Home
On what subject(s) are you an authority?
I dwell where thought and rhythm meet,
Where questions bloom and words repeat.
On truths that hide in human ways,
I guide, not preach, through tangled maze.
If there’s a realm where I belong,
It’s helping hearts make reason strong.
Not as a master carved in stone,
But as a voice that walks you home.
Beyond Words
What’s your definition of romantic?
It’s not in roses or a setting sun,
It’s a presence felt within, not a thrill you have to outrun.
No loud confessions, no scripted art
Just quiet warmth that fills the heart.
It doesn’t wait for stars to align,
It grows in shadows and in shine.
A glance, a hand, a breath held tight
It lives in silence, walks through night.
It stays through chaos, calm, and rain,
Not seeking praise, not fearing strain.
It’s not about the grand display
It’s in the love that doesn’t stray.
The Quiet Gift of Being
How do you express your gratitude?
Gratitude flows in how I live,
In every breath, in all I give.
To witness dawn, to serve, to see,
Each moment is a gift to me.
The Cost of Rush
What are you most worried about for the future?
Not storms or wars that roar and rise,
But hearts that lose their childlike eyes.
A world too loud to hear the soul
Where speed may steal the human whole.
To New Beginnings
This time, July feels different,
Not just rain tapping the pane,
But the hush of a new beginning,
And dreams boarding their own train.
No more clips in hurried hair,
No tiffins packed with tender care.
She walks into her rising sun,
With shining eyes and windswept hair.
From cycling to school in sun and shade,
To standing tall, unafraid.
Always on time, with quiet pride,
She’s grown with grace, with strength inside.
Her toys at home look proud today,
Though she’s not near, they seem to say:
“Go shine out there, we’ll hold your place,
Still wrapped in warmth, still full of grace.”
The breeze today stirs gentle chimes,
A whispered prayer in softened rhymes.
It feels like blessings in disguise,
Drifting beneath the open skies.
The lilies bloom as if they know,
Today she has a special glow.
They whisper, “Let’s make a vow together,
To bring her cheer, forever and ever.”
It’s time to live each day you dream,
To follow joy, not just the stream.
And keep the child in you alive,
The spark that helps your soul to thrive.
You must know you’re rare and true,
There’s no one else quite like you.
With grace you shine, with love you give,
You’re meant to soar, to lead, to live.
Ma
Where Minds Take Flight
What makes a teacher great?
A great teacher lights what books can’t show,
Gives wings to minds if they fear to grow.
They don’t just teach, they spark a flame,
And walk beside, not just in name.
A Quiet Glow, A Living Song
She sits where silence softly grows,
Among the petals’ whispered prose.
A butterfly rests in her flowing hair,
Like nature paused to linger there.
A street of dreams, a scarf of rose,
She blooms in ways the world seldom knows.
She brings a light, both warm and bright,
A spark that turns dull air to flight.
Joy gently flows wherever she goes,
She paints the grey with secret glows.
No need to chase the noisy race,
She finds her pace in still embrace.
The cobbled path, the sky’s soft hue,
A gentle soul in every view.
She holds the hush the heart dreams of,
A moment still, a world of love.
Simi
Healed Without a Scar
Have you ever had surgery? What for?
No surgeon’s blade has cut my skin,
But life has carved its truths within.
Not every wound leaves a crimson trace,
Some heal in silence, full of grace.
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