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Sep 23
โœ๏ธ 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 rushโ€”
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 realizedโ€”
lifeโ€™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 shortโ€”
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.

๐ŸŒธ Pauseโ€ฆ and life will unfold its path. ๐ŸŒธ
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 shortโ€”live with calmness, not constant race.
Written by
Usha  39/F/Mumbai
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