Posted in poetic musings

The Intersection

Stone walls hold stories, quiet in their grace,
While wheels and whispers rush through time and space.
The rain hums softly,  old and new entwine,
Where roots and roads converge, the soul aligns.

Simi

As captured by Jayati.

Posted in visual poetry

Journey Over Destination

Life moves forward, yet circles around,
In streets where history still makes a sound.
Each turn, each climb, a quiet decree
The journey itself is the place to be.

Simi

From Arca’s lens