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
Life rolls on, much like this cart,
serving flavors to every heart.
It’s not the feast, but how we please,
sometimes happiness is just ..cheese.
Simi
Through this lens of Arca
Where did your name come from?
Ila is prayer without demand,
a stream that carves through shifting sand.
Her essence, timeless, vast, and free,
a bridge between the “is” and “to be.”
What motivates you?
The vast unknown becomes my flame,
Each question whispers, never the same.
Embracing mystery, I’m free to explore,
Life opens its pages forevermore.
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
What change, big or small, would you like your blog to make in the world?
To spark a smile, a kinder tone,
To help someone feel less alone.
A tiny shift, a brighter hue
That’s the change I hope shines through.
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 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.
What’s your go-to comfort food?
A buttered toast when the soul feels bruised,
Golden and crisp, in silence infused.
Not just for hunger, but comfort I choose,
A bite of belonging when I quietly lose.
What’s your favorite game (card, board, video, etc.)? Why?
Carrom, for me, is more than a game,
It’s life in miniature: corners, rebounds, aim.
Each strike a choice, each miss a lesson,
A quiet duel of chance and intention.
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