
“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

“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
A uniformed heart

Dad may not say the perfect phrase,
He may be lost in grown-up days.
But every night he comes back home,
To understand how much you’ve grown.
He watches close, though not too near,
Afraid you’ll shrug or disappear.
He listens hard when you half-share,
And learns to pause, to just be there.
He may ask twice what you just said,
His eyes look tired, nodding head.
But still he tries, and still he stays,
To meet your world in newer ways.
He may not get your music right,
Or memes you laugh at late at night.
But still he asks, then asks once more,
Trying to reach your inner shore.
He might not know your favorite song,
Or if your answers take too long.
But still, he waits, behind the noise,
To hold your dreams, your fears, your voice.
He walks the line of strong and soft,
Still learning how to lift you aloft.
You may not see the grace it takes
To hold your storms when his heart breaks.
He sees the flicker in your eyes, the battles fought in muted sighs.
But still he shows up every day,
Learning your world, your teenage way.
He speaks of self, of lessons earned,
Of roads he’s walked and bridges burned.
But deep within, his truest part,
Hopes you’ll outshine his every start.
He lived a life in olive green,
Where orders ruled and fears were seen.
Far from home, in lands unknown,
He stood for more than just his own.
Simi


Beats of joy, beats of strife,
Rhythms lost, then found in life.
Soft and steady, loud and free,
Life drums on, its a melody
Simi.

She leads with fire, yet bows with grace,
A force of will, yet soft embrace.
She speaks her dreams, a voice so true,
Yet holds the world with care anew.
She dares to stand where few have tread,
Yet finds her peace in paths well-spread.
She rises high, yet stoops to mend,
Not to defeat, but to ascend.
She lives within, in quiet delight,
Yet lends her ear to silent plight.
A storm, a whisper, fierce yet kind,
A soul untamed, yet well-refined.
Simi


From

To


Through uncharted paths he found his way,
Growing brighter with each day
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.”

What were your parents doing at your age?
Grunge and pop on radios played,
Some built dreams, some made their name.


Sometimes you just long to camouflage,
Not that from the surroundings you desire to hide
But it’s the pallet of life that’s so overwhelming
That you just aspire to be a part of its stride.
Simi
As captured by Sujay
How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?
Love, relationship, money or health which is the most precious I used to wonder..!!
‘Priorities Change ‘…time then taught me
Cause life takes you through it all, sunshine, moonlight, rain and thunder.
Simi
