What brings a tear of joy to your eye?
Gratitude overwhelms me, pure and deep,
a treasure the soul forever will keep.
It makes me wonder how blessed I stay,
in every breath, life’s grace lights my way.
Tag: Dr Ila Bhatia
Boulangerie
A window into time, sepia-stained,
Where shutters blinked at horse and rain.
Outside the boulangerie, calm and wide,
A woman stood, not posed, but pride.
The clatter of wheels, the rustle of bread,
Stories unsaid in the hats they shed.
No filters, flash, or digital frame,
Just quiet lives, and louder names.
Simi
Framed through the lens of Arca
When the Sun Paused
The cars stood still, the breeze held tight,
As amber spilled from the edge of light.
No rush, no race, just sky and flame,
A quiet close, no one to name.
The trees stood still, the silence grew,
And twilight blushed in dusky hue.
The wind swept bold through restless trees,
It sang in swirls, it danced with ease.
We chase the hours, miss the glow,
Yet sunsets teach what time won’t show.
That joy is found when all is still,
When hearts align with evening’s will.
The day withdrew, but left its grace,
A golden hush, the sky’s embrace.
Simi
Framed through the lens of Arca. Thank you for holding stillness in motion.
Joy Is in the Details
List 30 things that make you happy.
Morning light on a quiet face,
A handwritten letter, sealed with grace.
Laughter that spills without a cue,
A song that feels like it remembers you.
Pages that smell like old-time rain,
Music that sings, even on the quietest lane.
The weight of a blanket on a cold day,
A stranger’s smile lighting the way.
Fingers laced after a long, lost fight,
Peacock’s dance, as the clouds sieve the light.
A tree you always pass but never name,
Returning somewhere and it feels the same.
Cookies still warm from the oven’s heat,
Words that rhyme when your heart skips a beat.
A child’s voice calling out to play,
The scent of chai at the close of day.
Rain when you’ve nowhere to be,
A deep breath taken consciously.
The click of a pen starting something new,
Someone whispering, “I believe in you.”
Wind that plays softly with your hair,
Finding poetry just floating in air.
Realising you’ve healed from something vast,
A photograph that brings back the past.
Fireflies blinking in a hush-lit night,
The ease of not needing to be right.
Dancing barefoot across your room,
A hug that knows exactly when to resume.
A quiet smile from an elder’s lips,
A blessing offered with trembling fingertips.
The joy lies in almost everything,
It waits for us to start noticing.
To New Beginnings
This time, July feels different,
Not just rain tapping the pane,
But the hush of a new beginning,
And dreams boarding their own train.
No more clips in hurried hair,
No tiffins packed with tender care.
She walks into her rising sun,
With shining eyes and windswept hair.
From cycling to school in sun and shade,
To standing tall, unafraid.
Always on time, with quiet pride,
She’s grown with grace, with strength inside.
Her toys at home look proud today,
Though she’s not near, they seem to say:
“Go shine out there, we’ll hold your place,
Still wrapped in warmth, still full of grace.”
The breeze today stirs gentle chimes,
A whispered prayer in softened rhymes.
It feels like blessings in disguise,
Drifting beneath the open skies.
The lilies bloom as if they know,
Today she has a special glow.
They whisper, “Let’s make a vow together,
To bring her cheer, forever and ever.”
It’s time to live each day you dream,
To follow joy, not just the stream.
And keep the child in you alive,
The spark that helps your soul to thrive.
You must know you’re rare and true,
There’s no one else quite like you.
With grace you shine, with love you give,
You’re meant to soar, to lead, to live.
Ma
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