Between these walls of paper and ink,
lie worlds far deeper than we think.
Each spine a doorway, each page a key,
unlocking the vast infinity.
Time folds gently where stories reside,
wisdom and wonder stand side by side.
Amid the clutter, a truth is clear,
eternity lingers, quietly here.
Simi
As captured by Jayati
Share a story about the furthest you’ve ever traveled from home.
Beneath distant skies where strangers dwell,
I carried my roots, yet wore them well.
The furthest path was a circle’s art,
For every mile led back to heart.
What does your ideal home look like?
An abode of sunbeams, of moonlit skies,
a home where nature’s green beauty lies.
Walls that shimmer with music from the heart,
a place from where warmth never departs.
Though rust has kissed its iron frame,
its color burns, a quiet flame.
Forgotten use, yet beauty clings,
a relic speaks of fleeting things.
Time may erode, yet hues refuse,
to dim the stories they still choose.
An old red form the world may lose,
but in its presence, time renews.
Not all that ages fades away,
some grow brighter in their stay.
What seems forgotten still can glow,
teaching more than we may know.
Simi
Jayati’s clicks
Why do you blog?
I blog to weave the unseen threads,
to give voice to thoughts the heart embeds.
Each word a mirror, each line a flame,
seeking truth beyond a name.
Interview someone — a friend, another blogger, your mother, the mailman — and write a post based on their responses.
“My dear,” my mother said, “life is not a race.
Walk it with grace, don’t rush the pace.
The world may be noisy, but peace you’ll always find,
It rests in your heart, not somewhere outside.”
Why must I be bound by a single glance,
confined to the surface, a fleeting chance?
Am I not more than the frame you face,
more than a moment, a passing trace?
My beauty is not just a polished view,
it breathes in turns, in silences too.
Each facet whispers a story anew,
yet discerning eyes belong to few.
Beyond the glance, endless worlds reside,
unseen horizons at every side.
My nature unfolds in shifting light,
revealed through patience, not in sight.
Judge me not by the first embrace,
for depth is hidden in subtle space.
To truly know, one must dare,
to look again, and find me there.
Simi
Unveiled through Jayati’s lens
What daily habit do you do that improves your quality of life?
Yoga is no habit, it’s a breath made whole,
A quiet returning, a tuning of soul.
Not practice alone, but a way to just be,
A bridge from the self to infinity.
Roots of hope reach deep and strong,
Love and respect guide us along.
Dreams take flight where visions start,
Color and light awaken the heart.
Simi
As captured by Arca
What TV shows did you watch as a kid?
Beside the glowing box, my gaze would stray,
To a window that lit up my day.
Butterflies, cats, and trees would play,
While birds sang tales the screen couldn’t say.
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