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Usha 4d
When the wind rushes wild and strong,
When the rain halts, even if just for a moment long,
When the thunder cracks across the sky so bright—
Know this, my love:
It is the echo of my heart,
Calling you,
Missing you with every beat,
Remembering you in every storm.
Summary:
This poem reflects how nature becomes a messenger of longing. The fierce wind, the pause of rain, and the roar of thunder all carry the silent truth — a heart missing someone deeply.
Usha Sep 24
After you left, the house kept its rooms—
but life abandoned every wall and door.
Only your echo stayed, a quiet ache,
and the slow, steady fall of my tears.

You never turned, never called, never left a trace;
only the memory that learned your voice by heart.
You loved poems—so I planted verses in your name,
each line a lantern burning through the dark.

I write because the world forgets to wait;
I write because your absence taught me how to speak.
These pages are the last home of what we were—
my small, fierce proof that you once lived here.

If ever a wind should find your eyes, read them—
my last letters of longing, folded into rhyme.
Until then I keep our days in ink and ache,
and wait with a gentle hope that never dies.

— Usha Maniar
Usha Sep 23
When the soul begins to leave the body,
It might whisper with a gentle lament—
Why did I not live the life I longed for,
Why did I let ‘no time’ be my constant excuse?We often postpone our dreams with hollow reasons,
Blind to the truth that time slips quietly away.
The final moment teaches the ultimate lesson—
Life isn’t measured in years, but in moments truly lived.So cherish today, embrace your true desires,
Don’t wait for ‘one day’ to chase your dreams.
For when the last breath draws near and soul takes flight,
It’s the life you lived with passion that shines bright.
Usha Sep 23
✍️ Usha Maniar

Today, on my way to work,
a sudden dizziness stopped me.
I sat quietly on a chair at the bus stand,
watching people rush—
to offices, to markets,
to villages, to temples,
and some, perhaps,
already on their journey to eternity.

For a while, I felt weak,
but as I sipped water
and watched the world run by,
a strange peace filled my heart.

I realized—
life’s truth is not in running,
but in pausing.

Like muddy water stirred by motion
becomes clear when it rests,
the restless mind too
finds clarity in stillness.

Life is too short—
why waste it in endless chase?

If we can quiet our desires,
control our needs,
we will no longer need to run after life.
Instead, life itself
will come to rest in our hands.

🌸 Pause… and life will unfold its path. 🌸
This poem reminds us that in the rush of modern life, we often forget ourselves. True clarity and peace come not from constant chasing, but from pausing. Just as disturbed water clears when it rests, so too does the human mind. Life is short—live with calmness, not constant race.
Usha Sep 22
On a quiet Monday evening,
I stand by the shore,
watching waves rise and fall,
listening to the whispers of trees,
the songs of birds,
the vast embrace of earth and sky.
Everything around me feels beautiful,
filled with a sacred, positive energy.

And yet—
if something feels imperfect,
it is not the world,
it is our restless mind.
Our thoughts paint what we see.
A gentle mind finds beauty everywhere;
a troubled mind sees flaws in everything.

We wish for rain to stop
when rushing to the office,
and for rain to begin
when we are home with tea in hand.
But nature does not move
to the rhythm of our desires—
it moves for all.

The truth of life is simple:
when we think only of ourselves,
we see inconvenience.
When we think of the whole,
we discover that every moment,
every breath,
is touched with extraordinary beauty.

🌿✨
Summary

This poem reminds us that true beauty lies not in controlling the world around us, but in shaping the way we see it. When our perspective shifts from selfishness to inclusiveness, life reveals itself as endlessly beautiful.
Usha Sep 22
When two people alike collide,
ego often builds a wall.
One chooses to bend—
not from weakness,
but because the bond means more than pride.

True love forgives,
it overlooks mistakes in silence.
But when respect is crushed again and again,
even the deepest heart grows empty.

And then—
the one who once bowed in love
walks away without a word.

Only later comes the bitter truth:
in the arrogance of pride,
a rare and precious love was lost—
a love meant only for you.
✨ Message: Pride can break what love could have saved. Respect keeps love alive.
ToT Sep 22
First off, hello beautiful (forehead kiss)
I have some questions to ask you
Nooot too many like Fifty’s 21
But just enough to get you close to nuttin’
Can I pin you up against the wall
Holding your hands tight enough to keep your from squirming
Loose enough to let you feel safe
Can I kiss you passionately
While our tongues do a dance
Gah’**** Kadi, them lips put me in a trance
Tongues sliding, lip biting, sliding this snake down ya throat
The way you kiss me, keeps me coming back for mo’
Grabbing you by the throat to give you every piece of it
Then whispering in ya ear how bad I can’t wait to get a taste of it
Slowing working my way down all that ******* chocolate skin of yours
Nope, gotta come back up and give you some more
With my hand, I’m gently playin with ya *******
Not too much cause ion wanna it to tickle
Just get rock hard so I can **** and nibble
Running my hand up and down ya thighs
Yeah you know, I’m waiting for the surprise
Gently unbuckling ya button
Can I touch it
I wanna feel how wet you are
I wanna feel the warmth
Gah’**** Kadi, you turn me on
I wanna excite you a little, to hear you moan
My fingers massaging ya ****
Now you moaning in my ear talkin’bout you want some of Chinka stroke
Ooooh and I wanna give it to you, just not yet
I haven’t finished playing wit’chu and you ******’ dripping wet
You wanna taste it
Or can I have it all to myself
Gah’**** Kadi, wha’chu got me feelin’, I’ain neva felt
****** my fingers clean
You grab my hand and lead me to the next scene
Written: 11/23/24
thus by prosecutor charg-ed, with this crime so heinous~ed,
the judge insisted on a super speedy trial, this, a special case-d

"can't wait to hang this ***** be~deviler,
got me a jail, second only to hell,
if he thinks his hifalutin lawyers will get him de-roped!"

I plead guilty to save the state some moola,
avoid the expense of all the attendant hoopla,
but in my tired defense, I said little but this,
it was god who cursed me with this word-ly power!

now I ain't saying I was naturally bad,
but who are you to judge me so harshly ,
when all I did, with a tool god~given, was,
tell people how beautiful they are, so close.
never far, from bringing them forth to their fruition

so my intentions were good, tho my goose is cooked,
loonily, this I truthfully willingly confess, though just as bad,
I was lazy, I was negligent, I am now hell-bent for many
infractions, the greatest, chiefest of them all, was all the times,

!!!!!
read a poem much beloved by other's on this blue earth,
weak from jealousy jealous, I never...reposted it! for their way
much better than mine, and I was too selfish to praise them,

so I expect I won't be too lonely in perdition, just another poet

                                                         ­   !!!!!!!!                                                      ­ addition

so children, teach your children well
a poet's hell will slowly go by, if they
fail to repost them hundreds of poems
that mak'em gasp~laugh-just plain weep,
for that will really **** (sorry lord) the one
true judge wh gave us this wordy blessing,
and is eagerly awaiting us special


sinners



and that just might be my one true name…

(Oh sinner~man!
where are you gonna run too)

[{(]})]

p.s. this poem readily available to be reposted ('jes a 'gestion)
even
plagiarized elsewhere, but remember, when you, who stole it,
somebody's a~watching whose
vision is unimpaired.
plus, I got new software invented by Ai trained teachers,
so so, easy to find ya...
whoa, this came to me so too easy, I think I better
go into hiding

https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5162248/call-me-by-my-other-name/
Maria Etre Sep 18
I used to love you
I, you
love
did love
use me?
RT Naintial Sep 14
I don't really like the way he found you.
No.
I can no longer pretend.
Its more nauseous to think about as
you were drowning in river of Nile,
even sinking in sand for a while,
deep and deep you were crawling
yet he found you,
his gentle caresses,
his soft tone enveloping cherry blossom and
those eyes which race to capture your beauty,
those lips had prayed for you,
along with sugar talking they had prayed for you
his desperation sickened me to core,
saying how meant to be and how you are so much more,
when your struggles encore,
yet who i am to judge or tell you how love should be
love finds in times one is suffocated to be in,
so,
alas i go listening to your stories
this is a poem i wrote about one of my friend's relationship. i was really against the idea that love found her during her spirals and emotional collapse like she was not ready but it worked out for the best.
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