Sometimes we don’t have an idea…
and yet somehow we stand
as if the earth itself
whispers, “Hold on.”
The edge trembles,
the ground uncertain,
but still it rests,
silent strength in motion.
When the weight feels heavier than you,
when the next step is hidden,
trust the unseen hands
that keep you steady.
Balance is not perfection,
it’s the quiet courage
to stand, to wait,
and to move forward anyway.
Simi
Through Sujay’s lens
What bothers you and why?
What bothers me? A hardened face,
When hearts grow cold in time’s mad race.
When depth is lost for shallow gain,
It’s silence loud that leaves a stain.
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.
What could you let go of, for the sake of harmony?
The need to win each fleeting fight,
The urge to always prove I’m right.
The weight of pride, the stubborn thread,
To let soft silence speak instead.
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.
Describe your most memorable vacation.
It wasn’t the place but how I felt,
Where worries vanished and time just knelt.
Barefoot joy beneath the wide sky,
And silence spoke more than words could try.
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.
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.
How do you express your gratitude?
Gratitude flows in how I live,
In every breath, in all I give.
To witness dawn, to serve, to see,
Each moment is a gift to me.
What are you most worried about for the future?
Not storms or wars that roar and rise,
But hearts that lose their childlike eyes.
A world too loud to hear the soul
Where speed may steal the human whole.
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