Posted in a special bond

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

Posted in achiever

Unshaken

“No storm is meant to pull you down
it merely asks, will you rise or frown?

What you hold with poise and grace,
never grows into a tangled place.”

Simi

Through the lens of Chandrakala Rathnam

Posted in A SOLDIER'S SON, a special bond

Man to Man

(Echoes between a father and his son)



The office drains you, day by day,
Deadlines chase the light away.
But in your home, a boy stands still
Becoming a man, by quiet will.

He’s not your daughter, not as warm,
He hides his heart behind his form.
A little rough, a little loud,
Still, he wants to make you proud.

Broader now, with shoulders wide,
A growing strength he tries to hide.
Not just in size, but voice and frame
He’s changing fast, not just in name.

He watches you more than he speaks,
Tries on your steps, your ways, your streaks.
He’ll never say, “I want your shoes,”
But wears your habits like tattoos.

And yes he questions things you do,
He wonders if you’d change them too.
He holds his thoughts, but you should know,
He’s building self from what you show.

He’s in the grind of proving worth,
Unsure of place, unsure of mirth.
He doesn’t want his flaws laid bare,
Just quiet faith that you’ll be there.

He speaks in tones that sometimes sting,
A shield he wears while balancing.
Not meant to hurt or cross the line
Just teenage pride in awkward shine.

He may roll eyes or turn away,
As if your words just drift and sway.
But under that dismissive air,
He hopes you’ll see, and still be there.

He knows you’ve worked, he feels the strain
But seeks your calm more than your claim.
A quiet nod, a shared refrain,
Can guide him more than loud acclaim.

A mother loves, she softens ground,
She lifts him up when he’s weighed down.
But even she though warm and wise
Can’t fill the space he sees in your eyes.

For he looks to you to understand,
The path of boys who seek to stand.
To rough it out, to fix, to run
He longs to talk with a man, not anyone.

He needs your patience, not your plan.
He needs to see a gentle man.
Not perfect, real. Not far, right here,
To share his pride, his doubt, his fear.

Take him along just walk the lane,
Talk cars and bikes and weekend rain.
Ask him how his run felt today,
If he’s building strength his way.

Or let him strum his dear guitar,
And tell you dreams that stretch too far.
He won’t be here for long, you know
College calls, and boys must go.

These little talks on simple things
Might one day give his manhood wings.
For even men who grow up bold
Need someone real to help them mold.

So take a drive, or share the sky,
And meet him there just man and guy.
He won’t ask much, but he will see
The kind of man he hopes to be.

Simi

Posted in attitude

Legacy

What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.

“Don’t you feel you’ve wasted time?” they say,
But caring and giving never betray.
The time I have given is woven with care,
In souls I’ve shaped, my echoes are there.”

Posted in a special bond

The Day My Kids Spread Their Wings

What experiences in life helped you grow the most?

When the  nest felt empty, cold, and bare,
Reminding me, it was built to send them there.
Not to keep, but to make them strong,
To teach their wings where they belong.

And in that quiet, I came to see,
This was the trial that molded me.
For love’s true essence is not to restrain,
But to release with joy, devoid of pain.”

Posted in attitude

Sip of the Moment

What is your favorite drink?

My drink flows with time and place
Fruity cold or coffee’s embrace.

Chilled refreshing flavours or bold and hot.
I drink with the moment, not a set thought.

Posted in perspectives

Soles of my Journey

Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes, and where they’ve taken you.

“Through every street, through sun and storm
My faithful shoes have danced in each form.
With every step, a tale they weave,
Of dreams I chase and paths I leave.
Tracing memories, while dancing through time, Whispering stories with every rhyme.”