What was the best compliment you’ve received?
Not in trophies, not in fame,
Not in the whispers of my name.
But the voices soft yet strong,
“You’re the best, Mom”, is my joy lifelong.
What was the best compliment you’ve received?
Not in trophies, not in fame,
Not in the whispers of my name.
But the voices soft yet strong,
“You’re the best, Mom”, is my joy lifelong.

Beats of joy, beats of strife,
Rhythms lost, then found in life.
Soft and steady, loud and free,
Life drums on, its a melody
Simi.
You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?

A train it is, where time unwinds,
Through shifting skies and endless pines.
No rush, no race just depth and grace,
Each moment felt, not chased in haste.
Who is the most confident person you know?
His hands not toughened, his age still young,
Yet dreams run deep, like songs unsung.
My son won’t wait for fate’s decree,
He forges ahead to shape destiny.
What strategies do you use to cope with negative feelings?
I do not bow to joy or sorrow,
Nor let them shape my soul’s tomorrow.
I make them wait, just for a breath,
Between the walls of thought and depth.
A fleeting pause, a silent test,
To see which feelings serve me best.
And if they prove their worth with grace,
I let them rise, I give them space.
What activities do you lose yourself in?
“I lose myself in nature’s song,
where rivers hum and winds belong.
The golden sun, the moon’s embrace,
I fade into their boundless grace.”
What movies or TV series have you watched more than 5 times?
“I don’t replay the scenes I’ve seen,
For life’s too vast, too wild, too keen.
New tales await, fresh dreams unfold,
Why linger in embers when flames take hold?”
Are you superstitious?
“I don’t bow to blind belief, nor follow without a trace,
I seek the reason, the hidden thread, before I give it place.
For only through doubt does wisdom grow,
Like a flame that rises, steady and slow.”
Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?
“I am a phoenix—rising from embers, soaring in fire, shining in flight.”

She leads with fire, yet bows with grace,
A force of will, yet soft embrace.
She speaks her dreams, a voice so true,
Yet holds the world with care anew.
She dares to stand where few have tread,
Yet finds her peace in paths well-spread.
She rises high, yet stoops to mend,
Not to defeat, but to ascend.
She lives within, in quiet delight,
Yet lends her ear to silent plight.
A storm, a whisper, fierce yet kind,
A soul untamed, yet well-refined.
Simi
