Though rust has kissed its iron frame,
its color burns, a quiet flame.
Forgotten use, yet beauty clings,
a relic speaks of fleeting things.
Time may erode, yet hues refuse,
to dim the stories they still choose.
An old red form the world may lose,
but in its presence, time renews.
Not all that ages fades away,
some grow brighter in their stay.
What seems forgotten still can glow,
teaching more than we may know.
Simi
Jayati’s clicks
Why do you blog?
I blog to weave the unseen threads,
to give voice to thoughts the heart embeds.
Each word a mirror, each line a flame,
seeking truth beyond a name.
Roots of hope reach deep and strong,
Love and respect guide us along.
Dreams take flight where visions start,
Color and light awaken the heart.
Simi
As captured by Arca
What TV shows did you watch as a kid?
Beside the glowing box, my gaze would stray,
To a window that lit up my day.
Butterflies, cats, and trees would play,
While birds sang tales the screen couldn’t say.
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
What’s your favorite recipe?
In sugar’s glow and butter’s blend,
I taste the journeys that never end.
Oven’s warmth, a poet’s creed,
where aspirations rise like loaves we knead.
She nurtures with a heart so tender, so true,
her poems like blossoms, fresh with morning dew.
Wise and radiant, her brilliance runs deep,
a wellspring of joy, a treasure we keep.
A pioneer in spirit, bold and smart,
with courage and kindness in equal part.
Dear Nani, your journey is a radiant song,
an inspiration we’ll carry lifelong.
Happy Birthday dearest Nani 💐✨
Simi
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
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.
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
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