What does your ideal home look like?
An abode of sunbeams, of moonlit skies,
a home where nature’s green beauty lies.
Walls that shimmer with music from the heart,
a place from where warmth never departs.
Reflections of Joy
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Rust and Radiance
Though rust has kissed its iron frame,
its color burns, a quiet flame.
Forgotten use, yet beauty clings,
a relic speaks of fleeting things.
Time may erode, yet hues refuse,
to dim the stories they still choose.
An old red form the world may lose,
but in its presence, time renews.
Not all that ages fades away,
some grow brighter in their stay.
What seems forgotten still can glow,
teaching more than we may know.
Simi
Jayati’s clicks
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.
Unveiled Essence
Why must I be bound by a single glance,
confined to the surface, a fleeting chance?
Am I not more than the frame you face,
more than a moment, a passing trace?
My beauty is not just a polished view,
it breathes in turns, in silences too.
Each facet whispers a story anew,
yet discerning eyes belong to few.
Beyond the glance, endless worlds reside,
unseen horizons at every side.
My nature unfolds in shifting light,
revealed through patience, not in sight.
Judge me not by the first embrace,
for depth is hidden in subtle space.
To truly know, one must dare,
to look again, and find me there.
Simi
Unveiled through Jayati’s lens
Walk A Bridge
What daily habit do you do that improves your quality of life?
Yoga is no habit, it’s a breath made whole,
A quiet returning, a tuning of soul.
Not practice alone, but a way to just be,
A bridge from the self to infinity.
Awaken the Heart
Roots of hope reach deep and strong,
Love and respect guide us along.
Dreams take flight where visions start,
Color and light awaken the heart.
Simi
As captured by Arca
The Better Screen
What TV shows did you watch as a kid?
Beside the glowing box, my gaze would stray,
To a window that lit up my day.
Butterflies, cats, and trees would play,
While birds sang tales the screen couldn’t say.
Between the Lines
The river glows where twilight fades,
a bridge of dreams through night cascades.
What light defines, the dark refines,
eternity flows between the lines.
Simi
As captured by Sudhanshu
Amber Closure
What’s your favorite time of day?
Sunset is fulfillment in crimson light,
A gentle closure soft and bright.
It paints the sky with calm release,
A day’s last breath that whispers peace.
The Poet’s Bake
What’s your favorite recipe?
In sugar’s glow and butter’s blend,
I taste the journeys that never end.
Oven’s warmth, a poet’s creed,
where aspirations rise like loaves we knead.
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