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.
Tag: #poetry
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.
Guarding My Flame
How do you feel about cold weather?
Cold weather calls like a daring quest,
A thrill in the wind, a warrior’s test.
Each breath a cloud, each step a beat,
I guard my flame and stay on my feet.
The crisp air hums with nature’s call,
A silent whisper through trees tall.
Frost-kissed mornings, skies so clear,
Nature’s challenge to persevere.
Limits Pressed, Wings Unfolded
Have you ever broken a bone?
Bones I have not broken, but limits I have pressed,
Each day a quiet battle, a new fear addressed.
Breaking unseen walls, reaching new sky,
Growing stronger with every try.
What Calls My Soul
How do you balance work and home life?
I don’t divide the day in parts,
But flow through it with open heart.
What needs my presence, gets my care,
Be it a task, a hug, a prayer.
Balance, to me, is not a scale,
But wind that fills my inner sail.
With calm I move, not bound by role,
Just answering gently what calls my soul.
Not Sacrifice, But Choice
What sacrifices have you made in life?
I do not count in loss or lack,
Each choice I made, I won’t take back.
Not sacrifice, but love I live
For what I chose, I chose to give.
As daughter, mother, friend and healer,
No borrowed script, no tale to tailor.
No burden borne, no debt to claim
Just steps aligned with joy and flame.
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