
What do they mean when they say, At My Pace?
To be a winner, you just need to keep moving in the right direction ,
You don’t have to be a part of any race.
Simi

What do they mean when they say, At My Pace?
To be a winner, you just need to keep moving in the right direction ,
You don’t have to be a part of any race.
Simi

There is never a time when it opens up unconditionally ,
The window of opportunity , sometimes unambiguous and sometimes obscure.
The ones who apprehend it, look no further,
And the one’s who overlook, go astray for sure.
Simi
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It waits in anticipation, each day and night,
Sometimes with a hope and at times with a frown.
But people who no.longer remember what are emotions,
Can not be expected to pen them down.
Simi

I do not show them much of concern,
When they weigh me down, I let them trickle.
The apprehensions that hold me back at times,
Need to be aware that they can not become overwhelming .
Simi

Some dried, some almost dry, all together in a bunch,
Watched the young one bloom.
“Keep up the show young man”, they said.
Keep everyone away from gloom.
Simi

Feminine, an energy that can revive even the dead
Can creates life within herself ,
Gives dynamism to each colour, black, white or red .
Endurance, exuberance, verve and vigor ,
With the dexterity of a lioness,
And the grace of a swan, love in any heart she can trigger .
Strength can not be defined in a more magical way.
She remains a mystery to all,
Even though she is an open book, they say.
Simi
Through the lens of Chandrakala

The tall, deserted walls and lanes
Remind me of those deep emotions.
Which become imprisoned within the confines of the mind and thoughts,
And fail to find their way out of the heart ,
And of the personality, they become an inseparable part.
Simi.
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Make life appear like a good plan.
Poised and confident, stand as tall as you can.
Glass half empty or half full, who knows?
Just make the best of whatever upon you, life throws.
Simi
Through the lens of Sujay

She rose above them all,
Above the blues, which weighed her down.
The crimson splendour embraced her with joy, as the branch gently caressed her.
Her efforts were truly worth a beautiful crown.
Simi

The wait was over, and she was standing there dreaming away while dressed in the brightest shades.
She wished he would come back, before the colour in her cheeks slowly fades.
Engrossed in her thoughts, she lost count of minutes and hours.
For her happiness knew no bounds, and it’s fragrance overwhelmed even the flowers.
Simi