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Letting Go of Yesterday

If you had to give up one word that you use regularly, what would it be?

If I had to give up, I would give up, “Yesterday”
release its hold and not let it weigh.
The present alone is where I belong,
a fleeting now that forever stays strong.

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Rust and Radiance

Though rust has kissed its iron frame,
its color burns, a quiet flame.


Forgotten use, yet beauty clings,
a relic speaks of fleeting things.

Time may erode, yet hues refuse,
to dim the stories they still choose.


An old red form the world may lose,
but in its presence, time renews.

Not all that ages fades away,
some grow brighter in their stay.

What seems forgotten still can glow,
teaching more than we may know.

Simi

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Freedom Through Life’s Seasons

Freedom is not a single moment.
It is a living, breathing companion, changing shape as we do,
Walking beside us through each season of life.


🌱 In Youth

It’s wings that learn to fly,
rising into the vast blue unknown,
testing the sky,
tasting the wind,
believing every horizon is theirs to claim.


❤️ In Love

It’s hands that hold without binding,
offering warmth without chains,
knowing that love grows best, when the soul can still breathe its own air.


🔥 In Struggle

It’s the fire that refuses to fade,
the courage that burns brighter
when shadows press in close,
a steady flame whispering, “You will rise.”


🌊 In Wisdom

It’s the quiet shore where the heart rests,
the storms behind,
the sun setting in gold,
and the soul knowing,
it was always free

🪖 In the Army,

Freedom wears a soldier’s guise,
guarding our dreams where danger lies.

This Independence Day,
let us honor freedom in all its forms, the kind that shapes the nation, and the kind that shapes the soul.

JAI HIND

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Rhythms Within

What time do you go to bed and wake up currently?

I rest when the stars begin to gleam,
And rise with calm before day’s first beam.
No fixed alarms, just nature’s nudge,
My inner clock refuses to budge.

While the world chases minutes and hours,
I move by sunrays and moonlit showers.
Time, to me, is not a chain,
It’s a quiet flow I don’t restrain.

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What Time Leaves Behind

A ticking clock, a door ajar,
Each moment holds a silent star.
Ignore it once, it won’t appear,
A lost regret, a fading cheer.


So choose with care, act while it’s near,
The now you waste may cost you dear.

You scroll through time like it’s on repeat,
But chances don’t loop, they’re fleet on their feet.

Simi

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What Freedom Feels Like

What does freedom mean to you?

A child’s pure laughter, a soldier’s relief,
A bird’s chirp in the wide blue sky
No weight of fear, no hidden grief,
No apprehensive feeling I’ll be asked why.
To choose what’s right, with heart held true,
Unafraid of what others do.