The river glows where twilight fades,
a bridge of dreams through night cascades.
What light defines, the dark refines,
eternity flows between the lines.
Simi
As captured by Sudhanshu
Between the Lines
Tag: photography
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.
Ripples of the Infinite
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
Journey Over Destination
Life moves forward, yet circles around,
In streets where history still makes a sound.
Each turn, each climb, a quiet decree
The journey itself is the place to be.
Simi
From Arca’s lens
A Spark to Keep
What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?
Carry a spark no wind can dim,
A song of hope, a steadfast hymn.
Through every road, both rough and true,
Let it remind the world of you.
Boulangerie
A window into time, sepia-stained,
Where shutters blinked at horse and rain.
Outside the boulangerie, calm and wide,
A woman stood, not posed, but pride.
The clatter of wheels, the rustle of bread,
Stories unsaid in the hats they shed.
No filters, flash, or digital frame,
Just quiet lives, and louder names.
Simi
Framed through the lens of Arca
Threads of Wonder
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.
Tradition, My Way
What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?
I light the lamp, I wear the thread,
But skip the scripts the elders said.
Not every ritual makes me whole,
I follow few, but with my soul.
Where Music Smiles
What is your favorite genre of music?
I dance to tunes both old and new,
Where melodies rise and joy breaks through.
A beat that lifts, a hum that stays,
That kind of music makes my days.
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