Posted in perspectives

The Ledger of Light

The sunset is a ledger,
inking light into the lake,
a contract between endings
and the colours they remake.

The water is a question
wearing stillness as its skin,
a lock that never opens
yet keeps letting you walk in.

The sky is just a whisper
that the day has one more breath,
a fire that doesn’t burn,
yet warms the edge of depth.

The hills are quiet witnesses,
jury to the dusk’s soft trial,
shadowed, but not absent,
silent, but not in denial.

The tree is not a tree at all,
but a map of who you were,
roots below the surface,
stories tangled in its blur.

And you?
You’re the ripple,
small, unseen, but real,
proof that even stillness
has a pulse it tries to feel.

Reflection isn’t memory.
It’s a lantern made of glass,
it doesn’t show the journey back,
it lights the way you’ll pass.

Simi

Picture credits: BDS

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 expressions

The Moon Speaks

I rise again, as I always do,
Silent witness to love and longing.
They wait for me, eyes glistening with devotion,
Hands folded, hearts whispering ancient promises.

I see hunger, not for food, but for faith.
For something eternal in a world so fleeting.
And I wonder, do they know,
The light they seek in me, already glows within them?

I’ve watched centuries pass like silver clouds,
Women praying, men smiling,
Families gathering under my gentle gaze,
And still, no one asks me how I shine.

It isn’t the sun alone that gives me light,
It’s the patience to reflect, the courage to be still.
Maybe love is the same,
Not always burning, sometimes simply glowing back.

So tonight, as you lift your veil and look up,
Don’t just see me, see yourself.
For the moon you adore,
Is merely your own calm, mirrored in the sky.

Simi

Through Sujay’s lens

Posted in Perspective

Echoes of the Unseen

Within the sand, a secret breath abides,
Teaching the heart where true resilience hides.
Not all that matters lives beneath the sun,
Some battles are silent, yet bravely won.

Simi

Through Sujay’s lens

Posted in attitude

Strength at the Edge

Sometimes we don’t have an idea…
and yet somehow we stand
as if the earth itself
whispers, “Hold on.”

The edge trembles,
the ground uncertain,
but still it rests,
silent strength in motion.

When the weight feels heavier than you,
when the next step is hidden,
trust the unseen hands
that keep you steady.

Balance is not perfection,
it’s the quiet courage
to stand, to wait,
and to move forward anyway.

Simi

Through Sujay’s lens

Posted in reflections on human nature

Veiled Truths

What personality trait in people raises a red flag with you?

A smile that hides a secret ache,
A kindness worn for self’s own sake.
When truth is veiled in soft disguise,
The heart senses where danger lies.

Posted in joyful reflections

Days Draped in Sunshine

Describe your ideal week.

A calm week where hours drift like clouds,
Simple joys bloom without a sound.
Laughter lingers, worries fade,
And each small moment feels handmade.

Posted in poetic musings

The Intersection

Stone walls hold stories, quiet in their grace,
While wheels and whispers rush through time and space.
The rain hums softly,  old and new entwine,
Where roots and roads converge, the soul aligns.

Simi

As captured by Jayati.

Posted in attitude

Too Precious to Frown

Are you holding a grudge? About?

No grudge to drag, no weight to hide,
life skips along like a carefree tide.
Each moment’s a treasure, too bright to bring down,
in heartfelt gratitude, joy wears the crown.