How do you express your gratitude?
Gratitude flows in how I live,
In every breath, in all I give.
To witness dawn, to serve, to see,
Each moment is a gift to me.
How do you express your gratitude?
Gratitude flows in how I live,
In every breath, in all I give.
To witness dawn, to serve, to see,
Each moment is a gift to me.
What are you most worried about for the future?
Not storms or wars that roar and rise,
But hearts that lose their childlike eyes.
A world too loud to hear the soul
Where speed may steal the human whole.

This time, July feels different,
Not just rain tapping the pane,
But the hush of a new beginning,
And dreams boarding their own train.
No more clips in hurried hair,
No tiffins packed with tender care.
She walks into her rising sun,
With shining eyes and windswept hair.
From cycling to school in sun and shade,
To standing tall, unafraid.
Always on time, with quiet pride,
She’s grown with grace, with strength inside.
Her toys at home look proud today,
Though she’s not near, they seem to say:
“Go shine out there, we’ll hold your place,
Still wrapped in warmth, still full of grace.”
The breeze today stirs gentle chimes,
A whispered prayer in softened rhymes.
It feels like blessings in disguise,
Drifting beneath the open skies.
The lilies bloom as if they know,
Today she has a special glow.
They whisper, “Let’s make a vow together,
To bring her cheer, forever and ever.”
It’s time to live each day you dream,
To follow joy, not just the stream.
And keep the child in you alive,
The spark that helps your soul to thrive.
You must know you’re rare and true,
There’s no one else quite like you.
With grace you shine, with love you give,
You’re meant to soar, to lead, to live.
Ma
What makes a teacher great?
A great teacher lights what books can’t show,
Gives wings to minds if they fear to grow.
They don’t just teach, they spark a flame,
And walk beside, not just in name.


She sits where silence softly grows,
Among the petals’ whispered prose.
A butterfly rests in her flowing hair,
Like nature paused to linger there.
A street of dreams, a scarf of rose,
She blooms in ways the world seldom knows.
She brings a light, both warm and bright,
A spark that turns dull air to flight.
Joy gently flows wherever she goes,
She paints the grey with secret glows.
No need to chase the noisy race,
She finds her pace in still embrace.
The cobbled path, the sky’s soft hue,
A gentle soul in every view.
She holds the hush the heart dreams of,
A moment still, a world of love.
Simi
Have you ever had surgery? What for?
No surgeon’s blade has cut my skin,
But life has carved its truths within.
Not every wound leaves a crimson trace,
Some heal in silence, full of grace.
What are your daily habits?
Habits aren’t chains I choose to wear,
I flow with what the day lays bare.
I breathe deep, stretch, write, and roam,
And carry calm like it’s my home.
I try to lift where someone’s low,
Life is a gift each heart should know.
To spark a strength they’ve yet to see,
And leave them feeling light and free.

Are there things you try to practice daily to live a more sustainable lifestyle?
I dance with the sun as my linens sway,
Grow herbs and smiles through each new day.
Reuse old jars with mindful cheer,
And carry cloth, keep plastic clear.
The seasons teach me what to sow,
Their rhythm guides the way things grow.
Compost blooms where scraps once fell,
And joy takes root where choices dwell.
What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?
A spoon of joy, not found in gold,
But grandma’s stew in winter cold.
It warmed my hands, it stilled my pace,
A recipe wrapped in love’s embrace.
If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?
I’d wear the sky, woven soft and wide,
With wind for sleeves and cloud for pride.
No buttons, seams, nor threads that bind,
Just freedom draped in peace of mind.