Posted in nature

Solitude

It’s peaceful here, amongst the greens, so what if they are a bit shabby,

I can look around with my head held high, still no one can notice me.. maybe… “

Simi

Through the lens of Sujay

Posted in fun

An Offer

I know you are big and need no service of any kind,

But my tiny orange beak can rid you of your flies, if you don’t mind. “

As captured by Sujay

Posted in A chirp

Silent Prayer

“How’s is the sky so blue, the forest so chirpy, the water so pure and the air so clean..?

Wish all the creations live in harmony forever now, ’cause humans have been through a phase too dark and mean..!”

Simi

Through the lens of Dr Sujay

Posted in nature

The Pastel Hues

” The shades of brown, the sandy ones, often merge in harmony,

Gazing at the splendor of the setting sun, who seems to decide their destiny.”

Simi

Through the lens of Dr Sujay

Posted in wish

The Unpretentious Desire

“Wish i was a bird, in the abyssal depth of the forest, i could fly,

Wings of my enthralling dreams, i would spread in this colossal sky.

The trees would obscure me, when the snow tried to dampen my essence ever,

And to chirp to my heart’s content, would have been, my only endeavor.”

Simi

Posted in inspiration, mother

Contemplated Prelude

“I am the creator of my own little nest,

I assemble my twigs with lot of care.

I endeavor to give my little ones all the warmth i can,

And yet not let them be a naive, in the world out there.

So some branches are tender and soft,

Just the way my nestlings are,

And few are dry, to not let them be vulnerable.

As for harshness in the world , there’s no bar.

Simi
Posted in evolve, freedom

Metanoia

“Don’t call it adjustment, let it be a metamorphosis, to be what you desire,

Evolve through the transition, make the best of your bindings, set everything on fire.

For those who just live trapped, in a delusion of success, never realize,

It’s such a blissful feeling to be free of all ties.”

Simi
Posted in faith, god, winner

Divine Shield

“He had the faith when it was cold and wet, he believed, he was secure,

The vulnerable being was sheltered always, ’cause his trust was genuine and pure.”