Posted in a special bond

Unfolding

You’re standing at a threshold,
and I know your heart is full,
a little unsure, a little brave,
pulled by memories that tug and pull.

Life isn’t pushing you from here,
it’s teaching your wings to fly,
and the future that now waits for you
is larger than the sky.

Yes, the paths will look unfamiliar,
and the skyline may feel new,
but even a strange city finds its glow
when it is lit by you.

A home is never just a place,
it’s built where courage stays,
and every step you take forward
will return in brighter ways.

Do not fear the quiet quiver
that arrives before you rise,
every remarkable beginning
first disguises itself as doubt in disguise.

Life is not closing a chapter,
it’s gathering speed, gaining grace,
and the future stands with open arms,
ready to match your pace.

The world has been waiting patiently
for the fire you’re meant to show,
walk forward with steady eyes,
and let your quiet brilliance grow.


All the moments that shaped you softly,
all the storms that made you bend,
you’re not leaving anything behind,
you carry it all as strength.,

So trust the road that lies ahead,
let change feel bold and true,
the world is vast, the moment is here,
and it is more than ready for you.

Ma

Posted in self reflection

Why I Blog: Weaving Thoughts Into Words

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.

Posted in perspectives

Timeless Moments

Which activities make you lose track of time?

Writing in silence, walking in trees,
Talking to kids or catching a breeze.
When heart is full and mind feels free,
Time forgets to count with me.

Posted in reflections

What I Know for Sure

List 10 things you know to be absolutely certain.

The sun will rise though nights are long,
Change will hum its lifelong song.
A kind word mends what time forgot,
And love still heals more than it ought.
The quiet mind will always know,
Peace begins where judgments go.
Joy shared doubles, pain confessed,
We’re all just souls on some strange quest.
The body speaks in silent tone,
And you, dear heart, are not alone.

Posted in perspectives, self and lifestyle

Rhythms Within

What time do you go to bed and wake up currently?

I rest when the stars begin to gleam,
And rise with calm before day’s first beam.
No fixed alarms, just nature’s nudge,
My inner clock refuses to budge.

While the world chases minutes and hours,
I move by sunrays and moonlit showers.
Time, to me, is not a chain,
It’s a quiet flow I don’t restrain.

Posted in reflections

Chosen Steps

What strategies do you use to increase comfort in your daily life?

I move with joy in all I take,
Even my trials are mine to make.
Each task, a step I shape with care
Comfort blooms in the path I wear.

Posted in achiever

Unshaken

“No storm is meant to pull you down
it merely asks, will you rise or frown?

What you hold with poise and grace,
never grows into a tangled place.”

Simi

Through the lens of Chandrakala Rathnam

Posted in a soldier dad, a special bond

Relearning You

A uniformed heart

Dad may not say the perfect phrase,
He may be lost in grown-up days.
But every night he comes back home,
To understand how much you’ve grown.

He watches close, though not too near,
Afraid you’ll shrug or disappear.
He listens hard when you half-share,
And learns to pause, to just be there.

He may ask twice what you just said,
His eyes look tired, nodding head.
But still he tries, and still he stays,
To meet your world in newer ways.

He may not get your music right,
Or memes you laugh at late at night.
But still he asks, then asks once more,
Trying to reach your inner shore.

He might not know your favorite song,
Or if your answers take too long.
But still, he waits, behind the noise,
To hold your dreams, your fears, your voice.

He walks the line of strong and soft,
Still learning how to lift you aloft.
You may not see the grace it takes
To hold your storms when his heart breaks.

He sees the flicker in your eyes, the battles fought in muted sighs.
But still he shows up every day,
Learning your world, your teenage way.

He speaks of self, of lessons earned,
Of roads he’s walked and bridges burned.
But deep within, his truest part,
Hopes you’ll outshine his every start.

He lived a life in olive green,
Where orders ruled and fears were seen.
Far from home, in lands unknown,
He stood for more than just his own.

Simi