
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

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

A green bridge hums like nature’s song,
Where leaves wear laughter all day long.
The stream, a mirror to dreams unseen,
A quiet door to worlds between.
Simi
Through Jayatiz lens
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.

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.

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
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.

A silhouette drifts in the dimming glow,
Revealing a presence all beings know.
What lingers is not the race we run,
But the oneness of earth, sky, and sun.
In stillness, the infinite comes clear,
We are but ripples that vanish, yet reappear.
Simi
Through Sudhanshu’s lens

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.
What are you curious about?
I marvel at an ant’s small stride,
Then dream beneath the starry tide.
A leaf that twirls, a mountain wide,
All stir the seeker deep inside.
I chase no end, no final goal,
Just threads of wonder feed my soul.
If you could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be?
I’d call back the Triceratops, calm and grand,
A symbol of peace in a war-worn land.
Its silence would echo through time’s great lapse,
A whisper of balance in nature’s collapse.