Posted in personal musings

Simied

What’s the story behind your nickname?

Dad named me Simi, not just on a whim,
Short for Simran, a soulful hymn.
Meditative, joyful… perhaps a bit quirky,
Guess they sensed I’d dance through life murky!

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 self growth

Unmapped, Unafraid

Are you seeking security or adventure?

I don’t chase walls that feel like home,
For even fortresses fall when winds roam.
I sail with questions, not the shore,
And trust the tides to show me more.

Posted in reflections

If I Could Host a Dinner

If you could host a dinner and anyone you invite was sure to come, who would you invite?

I’d call the wise, the kind, the true,
The ones who see a soul right through.
Not just the famed with stories grand,
But those with warmth in heart and hand.

A poet, a monk, and my children too,
With wonder wide and joy so true.
And if love came and took a seat,
That night, the stars would taste so sweet.

Posted in wisdom and growth

What Time Teaches

What do you think gets better with age?

Not all that fades was meant to stay,
But wisdom grows in a quieter way.
Experience walks where haste once ran,
And shapes the soul far more than plans.

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.