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.
Category: Perspective
Echoes of the Unseen
Within the sand, a secret breath abides,
Teaching the heart where true resilience hides.
Not all that matters lives beneath the sun,
Some battles are silent, yet bravely won.
Simi
Through Sujay’s lens
Whispers of Green
A green bridge hums like nature’s song,
Where leaves wear laughter all day long.
The stream, a mirror to dreams unseen,
A quiet door to worlds between.
Simi
Through Jayatiz lens
Eternity Lingers Here
Between these walls of paper and ink,
lie worlds far deeper than we think.
Each spine a doorway, each page a key,
unlocking the vast infinity.
Time folds gently where stories reside,
wisdom and wonder stand side by side.
Amid the clutter, a truth is clear,
eternity lingers, quietly here.
Simi
As captured by Jayati
Say Cheese to Life
Life rolls on, much like this cart,
serving flavors to every heart.
It’s not the feast, but how we please,
sometimes happiness is just ..cheese.
Simi
Through this lens of Arca
The Pause
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
I Believe in Miracles
If humans had taglines, what would yours be?
I believe in miracles,gentle, profound,
In silent strength and love unbound.
In dawns that whisper hope anew,
‘Cause He is subtly present in all we do.
Outgrown
What fears have you overcome and how?
I feared the leap, yet still I flew,
The path appeared when I walked through.
With each deep breath, I learned to steer,
Now courage walks where once was fear.
The Sacred Thread
Do you practice religion?
I walk not bound by name or rite,
But bow to truth, to love, to light.
In breath and stillness, I often find,
A sacred thread that frees the mind.
No walls or labels where I kneel,
Just presence, grace, and what I feel.
The World Unplugged
Do you remember life before the internet?
Yes, I recall the world unplugged.
Where thoughts took root, not just shrugged.
We met in parks, not in a thread,
And dreams were dreamt, not always read.
Before the scroll, before the ping,
Life was a slower, fuller thing.
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