I love watching the sun
stretch its magnificent spikes,
giving life to an aesthetic morning
while its golden rays caress my lips.

Sunrise reminds me
that there’s beauty in life—
nothing is so broken
it cannot be stitched whole again.

Do you know why we are all gathered here? 🤔
Because our thoughts, our feelings,
are deeply positive for life 🌿.

We are those rare souls ✨
who think a little differently from the world,
and we turn those feelings into words 🖋️.
After all, every writer only writes
what their heart truly feels ❤️.

Yes, our countries are different 🌍,
our languages, our lifestyles,
our days and nights are all different…
but still, our hearts think the same way 💫.

And this teaches us one truth —
the Universe always blesses everyone 🌌
in the same way, everywhere.

So why not become one? 🤝
Why not give each other gratitude 🙏,
love 💕 and kindness 🌸?

Life is made of very few moments, ⏳
so why not celebrate them together 🎉
on this beautiful platform of Hello Poetry,
which has given us all a chance
to stay connected as one family 🌺.

With endless love to you all 💖,
Yours, Usha 🌹

Saturday is the day I always eagerly await.
This morning, I woke up feeling perfectly relaxed; it’s 9:05 AM, a holiday for me and even tomorrow brings more time off. Today, with my favorite cup of tea in hand, I find myself sitting peacefully in my balcony.Life in Mumbai isn’t easy, not at all suited for the faint-hearted. After endless hustle, even a few tranquil moments feel like a treasure. Mumbai truly is the city of dreams—not only for the world, but also for me. I feel proud to call this vibrant, star-filled city my own.My balcony is the most cherished corner of my life. This is where I sit with my beloved diary and pen, pouring my heart into its pages. There is someone special—no longer present in my world, yet constantly in my thoughts—whose memories inspire me to write again and again.Sometimes, just one small reason gives us purpose to live. The message is clear:
Find your own reason to live, and see how little you truly need—neither excessive wealth nor extravagant welcomes. Lose yourself in the present, and watch how beautiful the world seems.Today, five or six fresh blossoms are blooming in my balcony. They teach a simple lesson—if one bud withers today, new flowers will certainly bloom tomorrow. Life is the same; it never stops moving. As one person leaves, another takes their place, and then someone new after that.
So why do we spend our lives in stress and worry? Instead, let’s live as fully as we wish, as bravely as we can.
Share love wherever possible. If you have love to give, then give it freely.Spiritual thoughts rarely visit; practical life in Mumbai is starkly different, unpredictable. Anything can happen, any time.
This is why, instead of fretting about tomorrow, I am learning to live just for today.
There’s no true need to save excessive money; after we’re gone, someone else will use it. So while we’re here, let’s make the most of it.Sometimes, I visit old age homes and orphanages, and kneel in prayer at church—asking God to grant everyone a good life and kind hearts.
Always visit places that remind us we are fortunate—destined with home, family, parents’ love. So many in the world never get these simple gifts.
That’s why I feel grateful, and deeply blessed to be connected to all of you.All I wish to say is: Write what’s in your heart—those are the world’s most beautiful poems, the sweetest songs.
Chasing fame brings little joy. True happiness?
Live—just live as beautifully as you can!So let’s celebrate this weekend together,
Smiling over a happy cup of coffee—because that’s who I am.– Usha Maniar

A gentle breeze opened my balcony door;
There, a bumblebee perched softly on a bloom.
Suddenly, I remembered—how much beauty lies
In the smallest things, living as they were meant.A flower is incomplete without its bee,
The sky yearns for earth beneath,
A river seeks the ocean’s embrace—
Just as we are incomplete without each other.Strength is found in togetherness, not solitude;
So cherish your family, friends, and those you love.
Harmonize in these bonds, relish each connection—
May your Friday morning be filled with joy and light.—
Your Usha ☕🙂🙂

The morning
Sinks its bite
Into a lifeless stuffed toy,
Yanking it across the room
For its owner to throw
Me again.

"Waiting to live tomorrow is the greatest folly — live wisely with what you have today; needless worry about the future is pointless."
                   💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

                  To postpone life for some imagined tomorrow
is the truest kind of foolishness.
Hold today with mindful hands —
worrying for a future yet unseen steals your present.

I love the hush of early mornings,
when the air itself feels unfinished,
like a canvas washed with pale strokes of silver
before the painter dares add colour.

The houses are closed mouths,
the streets unrolled ribbons of silence,
and I walk within it all as if dreaming,
as if the world is a ghost that has paused its breathing
to let me listen to the deeper hum of being.

There is a holiness in these hours,
a sense that the clock has loosened its grip,
that time itself is fragile,
cradled like dew on a blade of grass.

Problems dissolve like shadows before dawn;
the old worries that haunted my sleep
are softened, untied, and left at the threshold.
Here, it is only me, the earth still warm in its slumber,
and the horizon where night surrenders to fire.

The sun’s first fingers reach tenderly,
stroking the edges of the world awake.
The birds, in their hidden chapels of leaves,
tune their voices for a hymn not yet sung.

And I, a single witness, stand astonished,
as though invited to a secret unveiling,
a ceremony meant for no audience at all.
To be the only one awake
is to touch eternity with bare hands,
to know the world not as crowded and restless
but vast, tender, and impossibly alive.

And in that moment,
before the engines stir and the doors slam open,
and the tide of humanity reclaims its noise,
I forget myself, and the weight I carry,
and I belong only to the hush,
the rising light,
and the miracle of another day being born.

I'm floating on mists,

without legs: the Witch Mountain --


early at daybreak.