Somewhere between yesterday’s lessons
and tomorrow’s dreams,
I celebrate today.
Time doesn’t chase me anymore,
it sits beside me,
listening.
This isn’t just a birthday,
I whisper gratitude
to the life that keeps me becoming.
Simi
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Purrfect Therapy
What is good about having a pet?
They turn dull days into wagging tales,
chasing joy through all our trails.
With paws and purrs, they fix our mood
no therapist could be this good!
Treasures in Ink
Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).
Not jewels or gowns that caught the light,
but a pen that felt perfectly right.
It didn’t just write, it set me free,
turning thoughts to eternity.
Lines not Lessons
What was your favorite subject in school?
Poetry was my favorite class,
where silence spoke and dreams would pass.
It taught me more than rules could say,
to feel, to question, to find my way.
Logging Out to Tune In
How do you manage screen time for yourself?
I don’t chase screens, I let them wait
life outside the glow feels far more great.
I log out to tune in, sky, breath, ground
because the real world has the richest sound.
The Ledger of Light
The sunset is a ledger,
inking light into the lake,
a contract between endings
and the colours they remake.
The water is a question
wearing stillness as its skin,
a lock that never opens
yet keeps letting you walk in.
The sky is just a whisper
that the day has one more breath,
a fire that doesn’t burn,
yet warms the edge of depth.
The hills are quiet witnesses,
jury to the dusk’s soft trial,
shadowed, but not absent,
silent, but not in denial.
The tree is not a tree at all,
but a map of who you were,
roots below the surface,
stories tangled in its blur.
And you?
You’re the ripple,
small, unseen, but real,
proof that even stillness
has a pulse it tries to feel.
Reflection isn’t memory.
It’s a lantern made of glass,
it doesn’t show the journey back,
it lights the way you’ll pass.
Simi
Picture credits: BDS
Moments Over Minutes
Do you need time?
Do I need time? Not really so,
I need a pause where life can slow.
For minutes fade, but moments stay,
and one real breath can hold a day.
Unmapped Tomorrows
What will your life be like in three years?
Three years from now? I won’t pretend to know,
even three minutes shift, evolve, and overthrow.
So I stay with the now, the rhythm the heat,
let tomorrow arrive, today is already complete.
Unrush Yourself
Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate.
I’d name it Pause Day, a holiday of rest,
where doing nothing is doing our best.
A day to breathe, to feel, to just exist,
so life remembers what living truly is.
Unfolding
You’re standing at a threshold,
and I know your heart is full,
a little unsure, a little brave,
pulled by memories that tug and pull.
Life isn’t pushing you from here,
it’s teaching your wings to fly,
and the future that now waits for you
is larger than the sky.
Yes, the paths will look unfamiliar,
and the skyline may feel new,
but even a strange city finds its glow
when it is lit by you.
A home is never just a place,
it’s built where courage stays,
and every step you take forward
will return in brighter ways.
Do not fear the quiet quiver
that arrives before you rise,
every remarkable beginning
first disguises itself as doubt in disguise.
Life is not closing a chapter,
it’s gathering speed, gaining grace,
and the future stands with open arms,
ready to match your pace.
The world has been waiting patiently
for the fire you’re meant to show,
walk forward with steady eyes,
and let your quiet brilliance grow.
All the moments that shaped you softly,
all the storms that made you bend,
you’re not leaving anything behind,
you carry it all as strength.,
So trust the road that lies ahead,
let change feel bold and true,
the world is vast, the moment is here,
and it is more than ready for you.
Ma
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