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.
Tag: joy
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.
Reflections of Joy
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.
The Better Screen
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.
Radiant Union
The sunlight shimmers, the palm trees play,
their mirrored laughter brightens the way.
In liquid light, two worlds combine,
a radiant union, simple, sublime.
Simi
As captured by Sudhanshu
It’s Everywhere
Tell us about the last thing you got excited about.
From butterflies kissing flowers at dawn,
to trees that sway as the rains fall on;
a child’s sweet smile, an elder’s prayer,
the moon and a cookie, life’s joy everywhere.
The Hymn of Gratitude
What positive emotion do you feel most often?
Gratitude dances, gentle and free,
a golden thread through all I see.
It sings in silence, bright and clear,
a timeless hymn I hold so near.
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, Unchained
Describe one habit that brings you joy.
I don’t chase habits, don’t count or bind,
Joy lives outside the patterned mind.
No need to measure, strive, or show,
It rises quiet, and starts to flow.
When the Sky Sings First
What do you listen to while you work?
The tin sheet sings as raindrops race,
A peacock twirls in joyful grace.
Birdsong, breeze, and leafy cheer,
Nature’s orchestra draws me near.
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