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
The Pause
Blog Feed
Ripple of Light
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.
When the Day Let’s Go
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
Unwritten Realms
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.
Beyond Worth
What’s the most money you’ve ever spent on a meal? Was it worth it?
What’s the cost of a plate, if the heart feels fed?
Gold on the table or a word once said?
Is it the flavour or who you’re with that stays?
Was it money well spent, or just one of those days?
Boulangerie
A window into time, sepia-stained,
Where shutters blinked at horse and rain.
Outside the boulangerie, calm and wide,
A woman stood, not posed, but pride.
The clatter of wheels, the rustle of bread,
Stories unsaid in the hats they shed.
No filters, flash, or digital frame,
Just quiet lives, and louder names.
Simi
Framed through the lens of Arca
When the Sun Paused
The cars stood still, the breeze held tight,
As amber spilled from the edge of light.
No rush, no race, just sky and flame,
A quiet close, no one to name.
The trees stood still, the silence grew,
And twilight blushed in dusky hue.
The wind swept bold through restless trees,
It sang in swirls, it danced with ease.
We chase the hours, miss the glow,
Yet sunsets teach what time won’t show.
That joy is found when all is still,
When hearts align with evening’s will.
The day withdrew, but left its grace,
A golden hush, the sky’s embrace.
Simi
Framed through the lens of Arca. Thank you for holding stillness in motion.
A New Carpet in the Library
Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.
The paper said the library changed its floor,
Soft beige now lines where silence pours.
No launch, no fanfare, no breaking tweet,
Just threads beneath a thousand feet.
And isn’t life a little like that too?
New ground, old dreams, a quieter view.
Not every day must thunder or shine,
Sometimes change just walks in… soft-spined.
Joy Is in the Details
List 30 things that make you happy.
Morning light on a quiet face,
A handwritten letter, sealed with grace.
Laughter that spills without a cue,
A song that feels like it remembers you.
Pages that smell like old-time rain,
Music that sings, even on the quietest lane.
The weight of a blanket on a cold day,
A stranger’s smile lighting the way.
Fingers laced after a long, lost fight,
Peacock’s dance, as the clouds sieve the light.
A tree you always pass but never name,
Returning somewhere and it feels the same.
Cookies still warm from the oven’s heat,
Words that rhyme when your heart skips a beat.
A child’s voice calling out to play,
The scent of chai at the close of day.
Rain when you’ve nowhere to be,
A deep breath taken consciously.
The click of a pen starting something new,
Someone whispering, “I believe in you.”
Wind that plays softly with your hair,
Finding poetry just floating in air.
Realising you’ve healed from something vast,
A photograph that brings back the past.
Fireflies blinking in a hush-lit night,
The ease of not needing to be right.
Dancing barefoot across your room,
A hug that knows exactly when to resume.
A quiet smile from an elder’s lips,
A blessing offered with trembling fingertips.
The joy lies in almost everything,
It waits for us to start noticing.
Joy, Unchained
Describe one habit that brings you joy.
I don’t chase habits, don’t count or bind,
Joy lives outside the patterned mind.
No need to measure, strive, or show,
It rises quiet, and starts to flow.
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