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 vintage echoes

Boulangerie

A window into time, sepia-stained,
Where shutters blinked at horse and rain.
Outside the boulangerie, calm and wide,
A woman stood, not posed, but pride.

The clatter of wheels, the rustle of bread,
Stories unsaid in the hats they shed.
No filters, flash, or digital frame,
Just quiet lives, and louder names.

Simi

Framed through the lens of Arca

Posted in moments captured

When the Sun Paused

The cars stood still, the breeze held tight,
As amber spilled from the edge of light.
No rush, no race, just sky and flame,
A quiet close, no one to name.
The trees stood still, the silence grew,
And twilight blushed in dusky hue.

The wind swept bold through restless trees,
It sang in swirls, it danced with ease.
We chase the hours, miss the glow,
Yet sunsets teach what time won’t show.
That joy is found when all is still,
When hearts align with evening’s will.
The day withdrew, but left its grace,
A golden hush, the sky’s embrace.

Simi

Framed through the lens of Arca. Thank you for holding stillness in motion.

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 emotions

I Am Pahalgam

I am Pahalgam,
Cradled by mountains, carved by rivers,
a hymn of hush, a cradle of peace.
But today, I weep.

What should have bloomed,
a festival of footsteps,
laughter spilled like sunlight on pine,
was shattered by shadows,
by hands heavy with hate.

They were not merely taken,
they were chosen
By a blindness that fears faith,
by a cruelty that marks belief as a wound.

Now, my meadows hold their breath.
The trails sleep beneath dust.
The breeze, once laced with whispers of joy,
carries only the mourning of the land.

This is no passing sorrow.
It is a scar,
etched deep into my valleys,
aching, unhealed, unforgettable.

Simi

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

Posted in poem

Feminine

She leads with fire, yet bows with grace,
A force of will, yet soft embrace.
She speaks her dreams, a voice so true,
Yet holds the world with care anew.

She dares to stand where few have tread,
Yet finds her peace in paths well-spread.
She rises high, yet stoops to mend,
Not to defeat, but to ascend.

She lives within, in quiet delight,
Yet lends her ear to silent plight.
A storm, a whisper, fierce yet kind,
A soul untamed, yet well-refined.

Simi