What brings a tear of joy to your eye?
Gratitude overwhelms me, pure and deep,
a treasure the soul forever will keep.
It makes me wonder how blessed I stay,
in every breath, life’s grace lights my way.
Tag: poetic reflections
Unveiled Essence
Why must I be bound by a single glance,
confined to the surface, a fleeting chance?
Am I not more than the frame you face,
more than a moment, a passing trace?
My beauty is not just a polished view,
it breathes in turns, in silences too.
Each facet whispers a story anew,
yet discerning eyes belong to few.
Beyond the glance, endless worlds reside,
unseen horizons at every side.
My nature unfolds in shifting light,
revealed through patience, not in sight.
Judge me not by the first embrace,
for depth is hidden in subtle space.
To truly know, one must dare,
to look again, and find me there.
Simi
Unveiled through Jayati’s lens
Walk A Bridge
What daily habit do you do that improves your quality of life?
Yoga is no habit, it’s a breath made whole,
A quiet returning, a tuning of soul.
Not practice alone, but a way to just be,
A bridge from the self to infinity.
When the Day Let’s Go
The sun bows low in skies of gold,
Where silence speaks, and light unfolds.
An evening paused in a gentle frame,
Framed in stillness as night lays its claim.
Yet in each ending, something starts
A quiet glow that stirs our hearts.
Simi
Through the lens of Arca
Unplugged, Unmasked, Unrushed
What would you change about modern society?
I’d slow the race, hush the constant chase,
Replace screens with more face-to-face.
Let hearts find pause in the noise we’ve made,
And make kindness a currency that’s always paid.
Warmth Between the Crumbs
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.
If I Could Host a Dinner
If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?
I’d call the wise, the kind, the true,
The ones who see a soul right through.
Not just the famed with stories grand,
But those with warmth in heart and hand.
A poet, a monk, and my children too,
With wonder wide and joy so true.
And if love came and took a seat,
That night, the stars would taste so sweet.
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