What quality do you value most in a friend?
No need for words to prove they’re near,
They’re felt in quiet, calm, and clear.
No judgment cast, no dues to tend,
Just quiet trust, that’s a true friend.
Tag: #poeticmusingsbysimi
Shaped by Moments
What jobs have you had?
I’ve been a leaf upon the breeze,
A seeker sailing silent seas.
A voice within another’s doubt,
A lantern when the stars went out.
Shaped dreams in hands both kind and true,
Then bowed as life unveiled the new.
No office walls, no nameplate brass,
Just moments shaped in dew and glass.
Not tasks alone, but calls I heed,
Each one a whisper wrapped in need.
For what is “job” but soul in play,
Learning to serve in its own way?
The Sacred Thread
Do you practice religion?
I walk not bound by name or rite,
But bow to truth, to love, to light.
In breath and stillness, I often find,
A sacred thread that frees the mind.
No walls or labels where I kneel,
Just presence, grace, and what I feel.
The World Unplugged
Do you remember life before the internet?
Yes, I recall the world unplugged.
Where thoughts took root, not just shrugged.
We met in parks, not in a thread,
And dreams were dreamt, not always read.
Before the scroll, before the ping,
Life was a slower, fuller thing.
Where the Winds Have Blown
What are you good at?
I’m good at hearing what words don’t say,
At holding hope when skies turn gray.
I walk with questions, not just the known
And grow best where the winds have blown.
The Joy of Enough
What does “having it all” mean to you? Is it attainable?
“Having it all” is laughter that stays,
A rhythm of joy in the simplest days.
A heart that dances for reasons small,
A soul that feels, it already has all.
Not in perfection or endless acclaim,
But in love, in purpose, in playing the game.
It’s waking up curious, ending with peace,
In that gentle rhythm, my riches increase.
Simi
Through Jayati’s lens
Conversations Beyond Words
Who would you like to talk to soon?
Someone who speaks not just with words, but pause,
Who sees through noise and questions the cause.
A being that listens like an open sky,
Where silence answers more than “why.”
Maybe someone I’ve never met
Or a version of me I’ve not found yet.
Conversations deep, gentle, and true,
With the world, with another, with myself too.
Treasures in Time
What personal belongings do you hold most dear?
Not jewels, not clothes, nor treasures bright,
But letters faded in soft twilight.
A book well-marked, a pen well-worn,
A photo creased, a page time-torn.
The dearest things don’t shout or gleam,
They hold a whisper, a touch, a dream.
Not just objects, but memory’s thread,
Alive with stories softly said.
Bits of Wonder
Do you have any collections?
Do I have collections? Oh yes, quite a few,
Not coins or shells, but morning dew,
Pages of thoughts, laughter in jars,
Moments that sparkle like hidden stars.
My treasures aren’t things you’d sell or sweep,
They’re bits of wonder I chose to keep.
Echoes That Matter
What is the legacy you want to leave behind?
What is the legacy I wish to leave?
Not monuments tall, nor titles to weave,
But moments where hearts paused to feel,
A truth, a laugh, a wound that healed.
A whisper of light in someone’s sky,
A thought that lingered, a silent why.
If my words or ways made someone see,
That alone would be legacy.
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