...just not AT me.



(sonnet #MMMMMMMMMDCCLIV)


Dad never owned a Starbucks cup, and thence
We'd only visit on occasion, frail
As my outrageous cup collection's trail
To more absurd things, other cust'mers hence
Half like him sans collections, like's good sense?
What were the point of stars? free food t'avail
And drink? I never thought that wise as bail,
Since cups shall last where food does not. Yet whence?
I can't resell last year's cups, nor in tour
Aught older ones. Or can I? Fun to do
Sans plans for mair than now, collecting's poor
If you've no end in sight. If I half rue
The game, what's left? Back then twas fun. Bestir
Sense now, and whither? LORD I wait for You.

21Sep25b

A breath of fresh air
          a memory
Summer rings
         inside my heart
like a bell
  from long ago;  
Pine needles
       in your hair
scent of tobacco
         on your shirt
Skin to skin
        the heat
love,  
drifting away, like
             smoke !

Words written from the heart, 🌹
always touch another heart.🌹
For what flows from within,🌹
finds its way onto paper, unshaken.🌹

I had no one else to call mine,🌹
no complaints, no desires unspoken.🌹
It was only you in every line,🌹
my soul by your presence woven.🌹

Even after you left,🌹
I was honored as a poet.🌹
But tell me, was it not enough,🌹
that my name lived through our love?🌹

Wealth, fame, and awards came my way🌹,
yet forgetting you grew harder each day.🌹
Every verse I write still breathes of you,🌹
your memory paints every word anew.🌹

Wherever you are, may you stay blessed,🌹
my love for you will never rest.🌹
Deeper than time, stronger than fate,🌹
you live in my heart — my soul’s true mate.❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️

"She loved the embrace of nature,
and so did I.

Perhaps that is why we never met —
for the earth can never touch the sky,
even though their names
are always spoken together."*
✍️ Usha Maniar

"I loved her in countless ways,🌹
but the most precious one was this —🌹
in her voice,🌹
I heard love meant only for me."🌹


✍️ Usha Maniar☕🌹