Sep 23
Life flows quietly,
yet every breath carries a name.
I sit by the window,
watching the path unfold,
hoping it leads back to me.
Waiting is both hope and fear—
a fragile prayer in silence.
For what if the door closes,
and the one I long for
turns away forever,
leaving only echoes in my heart?
— ✍️ Usha Maniar
yet every breath carries a name.
I sit by the window,
watching the path unfold,
hoping it leads back to me.
Waiting is both hope and fear—
a fragile prayer in silence.
For what if the door closes,
and the one I long for
turns away forever,
leaving only echoes in my heart?
— ✍️ Usha Maniar
Summary:
This poem speaks of the universal human experience of waiting—between hope and fear, longing and silence. It reminds us that every heart carries its own door of waiting, sometimes opening to joy, sometimes closing to loss.
This poem speaks of the universal human experience of waiting—between hope and fear, longing and silence. It reminds us that every heart carries its own door of waiting, sometimes opening to joy, sometimes closing to loss.
