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Urvashi Sep 24
When frequencies meet
with the same intensity,
one object feels the otherβ€”
just as soul and mind connect
with the rhythm of pulse.

Its. like doppelgΓ€nger never meets,
yet vibrates with the same force;
shadows breathe where dark
emerges from the light.

It is the singing bowl’s arcane,
where water creates healing sound,
and nature balances
the circle of life.

Shall it called mere resonance
or some mystical bound?
Usha Sep 24
"Waiting to live tomorrow is the greatest folly β€” live wisely with what you have today; needless worry about the future is pointless."
                   πŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’žπŸ’ž

                  To postpone life for some imagined tomorrow
is the truest kind of foolishness.
Hold today with mindful hands β€”
worrying for a future yet unseen steals your present.
"Live today β€” tomorrow is not promised."
Austin Sep 24
Melting like a crayon
Near an unattended flame
The equivalence of a boulder
Under a microscope
Just can't escape your heat
Can't escape your gaze
Picking petals across the room
Must be self-sabotage with
The amount of implosion going on
Dangling on every word
No different than a cigarette on lips
And there won't be any end
Till one of us decides
Who ruins who tonight
It's a confession of being;
of living; of dying incrementally;
cigarette smoke choking, winter coats aflutter;
the way you laughed, listening to your mother's jokes.

It's ego, pure: supreme;
deciding, "Mine is the voice from which you will derive-"
"-and none may lessen, none may deride."
For these, our words, have worth for true.

It's the cruelty inherent to love:
infinity, bound.
Usha Sep 24
Speak to the universe each passing hour,
offer thanks for every gift it sends.
Believe this truth with all your heartβ€”
the universe will never let you fall.

β€” Usha Maniar
β€œThank the universe β€” and it will never let you fail.”
white void Sep 24
A whisper of shadows, where echoes fall,
In the stillness, I await the call,
While others fear the end's sigh,
I yearn for the moment when I can fly.

To slip beyond this earthly veils
To find her again where love prevails.
Just seven minutes, a fleeting grace,
To behold her smile, to see her face.

The crescent dimple that danced on her cheek,
The sea-tinted glimmer in eyes that speak.
To hear her laughter, a melody sweet,
One last goodbye, a heart's retreat.

The strand of hair that she tucked away,
A familiar habit that brightened my day.
The scent of her presence, like blossoms in spring,
In those precious moments, my heart takes wing.

A farewell was spoken, though words felt untrue,
A promise unbroken that love would renew.
Is it too much to ask for a glimpse of her light?
To cherish those memories that linger at night.
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