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
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.”
What’s the most money you’ve ever spent on a meal? Was it worth it?
What’s the cost of a plate, if the heart feels fed?
Gold on the table or a word once said?
Is it the flavour or who you’re with that stays?
Was it money well spent, or just one of those days?
Beyond the comprehension of anyone, it’s a bond truly enigmatic,
Mother ‘n daughter tread through life making each moment so charismatic.
The warmth of deep emotions, love, care, annoyance, ‘n exuberance so true,
They belong to generations which are far apart still savor growing together too.
Tears, laughs, stories and moments of joy they share like a flower ‘n the butterfly,
One gets seasoned and the other blooms as she slowly learns to fly high.
Simi
Through the lens of Arun
“Oh, that’s what reflection means”, he wondered, as he saw the entire ambiance changing to brown, white, and blue,
“Just the way we can create an environment truly ecstatic, if we keep ourselves blissful, effervescent, and exuberant too.”
Simi
#omzclicks
Here I am with some moments seized efficiently, which deserve an apt narration,
These pictures inspire me to recite their essence effortlessly, ’cause they capture some beautiful creations.
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Nibble on slow ‘n steady, ’cause fruit may be just an inch away from you,
To break open the shell diligently, endurance is needed which resides in very few. “
Simi
#omzclicks
You have looked upto us for everything, we have stood bold and tall,
Let us hold our roots deep in the ground, ’cause if we cease to exist, you fall. “
Simi
Through the lens of Sujay
I peeped through my window and found the branches watching me,
“We spin ‘n twirl with winds of change, why don’t you? “, they questioned me..!! “
Simi
Through the lens of Jayati
For some the mountain is a hindrance, for others it’s a magnificent view,
The perspective sometimes needs to be adjusted, those who realise this, are very few. “
Simi
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