What’s your favorite game (card, board, video, etc.)? Why?
Carrom, for me, is more than a game,
It’s life in miniature: corners, rebounds, aim.
Each strike a choice, each miss a lesson,
A quiet duel of chance and intention.
What’s your favorite game (card, board, video, etc.)? Why?
Carrom, for me, is more than a game,
It’s life in miniature: corners, rebounds, aim.
Each strike a choice, each miss a lesson,
A quiet duel of chance and intention.
What foods would you like to make?
A pot that simmers what words can’t say,
Tea that holds the ache of a far-off day.
Breads that rise like hope unplanned,
And meals that heal with gentle hands.
Dogs or cats?
Dogs love loud, and cats love deep,
One guards your door, one guards your sleep.
Some chase joy, some curl in grace,
Both find a way to warm your space.
Which activities make you lose track of time?
Writing in silence, walking in trees,
Talking to kids or catching a breeze.
When heart is full and mind feels free,
Time forgets to count with me.
What bothers you and why?
What bothers me? A hardened face,
When hearts grow cold in time’s mad race.
When depth is lost for shallow gain,
It’s silence loud that leaves a stain.
List 10 things you know to be absolutely certain.
The sun will rise though nights are long,
Change will hum its lifelong song.
A kind word mends what time forgot,
And love still heals more than it ought.
The quiet mind will always know,
Peace begins where judgments go.
Joy shared doubles, pain confessed,
We’re all just souls on some strange quest.
The body speaks in silent tone,
And you, dear heart, are not alone.

They sold me dreams in deadlines wrapped,
But peace kept slipping through the cracks.
A title’s shine can’t warm the soul,
When joy is taxed to meet the goal.
I chased applause, ignored the ache,
Till silence taught me what’s at stake.
Now, I rise with softer light
Not to conquer, but to feel right.
Because the real win isn’t the race,
It’s finding calm in your own pace.
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Are you seeking security or adventure?
I don’t chase walls that feel like home,
For even fortresses fall when winds roam.
I sail with questions, not the shore,
And trust the tides to show me more.
If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?
I’d call the wise, the kind, the true,
The ones who see a soul right through.
Not just the famed with stories grand,
But those with warmth in heart and hand.
A poet, a monk, and my children too,
With wonder wide and joy so true.
And if love came and took a seat,
That night, the stars would taste so sweet.
What do you think gets better with age?
Not all that fades was meant to stay,
But wisdom grows in a quieter way.
Experience walks where haste once ran,
And shapes the soul far more than plans.