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.
Tag: #poeticmusingsbysimi
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
Joy, Unchained
Describe one habit that brings you joy.
I don’t chase habits, don’t count or bind,
Joy lives outside the patterned mind.
No need to measure, strive, or show,
It rises quiet, and starts to flow.
Steps of the Unseen
Write about a random act of kindness you’ve done for someone.
She gripped the rail with trembling grace,
Each step a mountain, slow to trace.
I held her hand, we climbed as one,
No medals won, but hearts were spun.
If You Couldn’t See Me…
How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?
Like morning tea with a spicy twist,
A breeze that teases, hard to resist!
Half poetry, half curious spark,
You’ll guess I’m smiling in the dark.
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.
Simied
What’s the story behind your nickname?
Dad named me Simi, not just on a whim,
Short for Simran, a soulful hymn.
Meditative, joyful… perhaps a bit quirky,
Guess they sensed I’d dance through life murky!
Rhythms of Well-Being
What strategies do you use to maintain your health and well-being?
I move with the sun, rise with the breath,
Stretch through the silence, run past regret.
Food that’s kind, and thoughts that heal,
A little daily joy seals every deal.
Carrom: A Quiet Duel of Life
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.
Presence on a Plate
What foods would you like to make?
A pot that simmers what words can’t say,
Tea that holds the ache of a far-off day.
Breads that rise like hope unplanned,
And meals that heal with gentle hands.
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