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.
Tag: #poetry
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.
Where Music Smiles
What is your favorite genre of music?
I dance to tunes both old and new,
Where melodies rise and joy breaks through.
A beat that lifts, a hum that stays,
That kind of music makes my days.
A Voice That Walks You Home
On what subject(s) are you an authority?
I dwell where thought and rhythm meet,
Where questions bloom and words repeat.
On truths that hide in human ways,
I guide, not preach, through tangled maze.
If there’s a realm where I belong,
It’s helping hearts make reason strong.
Not as a master carved in stone,
But as a voice that walks you home.
Beyond Words
What’s your definition of romantic?
It’s not in roses or a setting sun,
It’s a presence felt within, not a thrill you have to outrun.
No loud confessions, no scripted art
Just quiet warmth that fills the heart.
It doesn’t wait for stars to align,
It grows in shadows and in shine.
A glance, a hand, a breath held tight
It lives in silence, walks through night.
It stays through chaos, calm, and rain,
Not seeking praise, not fearing strain.
It’s not about the grand display
It’s in the love that doesn’t stray.
Essence
Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life.
I walk barefoot when the world feels loud,
On soil that doesn’t wear a shroud.
A simple act, a sacred thread,
That tethers me to peace instead.
It’s not escape, nor grand delight,
Just morning light and grounded flight.
One breath, one step, one heartbeat near
Joy lives quietly, always here.
Unspoken Bonds
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.
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.
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