Which book have you read more than any other?
The oldest book, yet always new,
With every page, another view.
No final chapter comes in sight
Life keeps teaching, day and night.
Simi
Category: expressions
The Moon Speaks
I rise again, as I always do,
Silent witness to love and longing.
They wait for me, eyes glistening with devotion,
Hands folded, hearts whispering ancient promises.
I see hunger, not for food, but for faith.
For something eternal in a world so fleeting.
And I wonder, do they know,
The light they seek in me, already glows within them?
I’ve watched centuries pass like silver clouds,
Women praying, men smiling,
Families gathering under my gentle gaze,
And still, no one asks me how I shine.
It isn’t the sun alone that gives me light,
It’s the patience to reflect, the courage to be still.
Maybe love is the same,
Not always burning, sometimes simply glowing back.
So tonight, as you lift your veil and look up,
Don’t just see me, see yourself.
For the moon you adore,
Is merely your own calm, mirrored in the sky.
Simi
Through Sujay’s lens
The Quiet Marvels
What notable things happened today?
The galaxy stayed, it did not break,
The sun arose, the earth stayed awake.
The trees kept breathing, calm and true,
Life whispered gently, “I carry you.”
Where the Winds Have Blown
What are you good at?
I’m good at hearing what words don’t say,
At holding hope when skies turn gray.
I walk with questions, not just the known
And grow best where the winds have blown.
Uniquely Us
Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?
Each one of us is unique and free,
In dreams we chase, in truths we see.
With visions vast and paths our own,
No two souls are ever known.
Through hopes we hold and views we weave,
In all we cherish, all we believe.
A world within, a voice so true,
No one is me, no one is you.
Unrealised
What’s something most people don’t understand?
Chasing hearts to change their hue,
Like painting skies to turn them blue.
But winds will blow as they decide,
No force can tame the shifting tide.
To seek your joy in borrowed light,
Is to chase the stars and lose the night.
For happiness blooms where roots run deep,
Not in the hands you hope to keep.
Wings of My Own
What tattoo do you want and where would you put it?
A butterfly upon my collarbone,
A silent quest that’s mine alone.
It stirs with hope and dares to rise,
A fleeting promise in open skies.
Ink and Strings
What are three objects you couldn’t live without?
My notebook whispers, my thoughts ignite,
With my timeless pen, I weave and write,
As the guitar sketches my world in melody and light.
The Eternal Shades
The festival of colours, as we celebrate,
The skies desired to be colourful too.
Nature’s palette contained warm, infinite and fathomless shades,
I wish ours were also so profound, and not so few…!!
Simi
Through the lens of Sujay
Stay Light
Synthesising melodious symphonies happens easy to a bamboo, it’s hollow though,
I wonder why humans always carry their weight too and fro.
If keeping your head in the centre n not too weighed up makes you succeed,
Then isn’t it easy to stay humble, and cheerful as you gracefully lead.
Animals, birds and plants must be contemplating each n every day,
If evolution means so much of misery and pride may it never come our way.
Simi
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