What is a word you feel that too many people use?
If “I” were taxed, some folks I know,
Would owe the world a heap they owe.
Perhaps less “I” and more “we,” “you,” or “they,”
Might make our talks a brighter play.
What is a word you feel that too many people use?
If “I” were taxed, some folks I know,
Would owe the world a heap they owe.
Perhaps less “I” and more “we,” “you,” or “they,”
Might make our talks a brighter play.
What brings you peace?
Peace is the essence, not crafted by hand,
It dwells in the silence we let simply stand.
When we cease to compel the rivers to sway,
The stillness inside finds its own way.

Life moves forward, yet circles around,
In streets where history still makes a sound.
Each turn, each climb, a quiet decree
The journey itself is the place to be.
Simi
From Arca’s lens
What profession do you admire most and why?
They heal with hands and speak with eyes,
Their work a bridge ‘neath endless skies.
They make the old feel young once more,
And every soul belong at its core.

A bond unspoken, a thread well-spun,
Two souls whose hearts beat as one.
You are the music that lights our days,
Blending emotion and wit in endless ways.
In every note, in all you pursue,
Our world feels richer because of you two.
And always, with love that will never fade,
We await the music you’ve yet to play.
Ma
What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
Carry a spark no wind can dim,
A song of hope, a steadfast hymn.
Through every road, both rough and true,
Let it remind the world of you.

I’m not forgotten, just at rest,
A breath between what’s next and best.
Some wheels must stop to realign,
To find the road that feels like mine.
Simi
Through Adi’s lens
What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?
To spark a smile, a kinder tone,
To help someone feel less alone.
A tiny shift, a brighter hue
That’s the change I hope shines through.

The sun bows low in skies of gold,
Where silence speaks, and light unfolds.
An evening paused in a gentle frame,
Framed in stillness as night lays its claim.
Yet in each ending, something starts
A quiet glow that stirs our hearts.
Simi
Through the lens of Arca
Describe your life in an alternate universe.
I speak in stars and sleep in light,
Dreaming in colours that outshine night.
No name, no past, just endless flow,
A soul unshaped, with room to grow.