I've given myself permission to just be me                                                               ­                                          to  accept  myself as I am unjudgementally                                                  ­       to  look at my reflection and like what I see                                                       to  open  up  my                                   mind  to  loving  myself  wholly                                 ­                  to  seeing  all  the  things I do as natural for me                                                               ­                           and  stop  trying  to  do  what's expected of me                                                               ­                                to  accept  my  flaws  as parts of me                                                               ­ and  to love myself unconditionally                                                  ­    to  open  up my heart without fear                                                             ­         to  cry openly and to shed my tears                                                            ­to  put myself out there honestly                                                         ­        to  be all  that I am meant to be                                                               ­       to  stop  living for others and to put me first                                                       to  realize  I have value and what I am worth

I want to fly,
I want to fly in those valleys,
With some moments of happiness,
For a few moments.

But these people understand,
Why do they stop, why don't they let me fly?
Why are we still told, reminded,
That we are the honor of our home.

Wings can be clipped,
But the sky and hope are both there,
That is our love, our pride.

So we will fly, we will fly one day,
And this whole world will see,
They will applaud, and laugh a little with shame.

That day will be our victory,
We will win by ourselves.
This is all I want in life now,
No friends, no relatives,
Just self-respect.

I want to fly,
And I will fly one day,
Stop me if you can.

✍️ Usha Maniar

In the office, we all worked side by side,
yet five of my teammates were closest to me.
The difference?
I had a degree, they did not.

Still, they worked harder,
often better than me—
but blinded by pride,
I looked down on them.
I forgot—
the salary was never mine to give,
it came from the company,
and I had no right to hurt them.

Time moved on…
Three of them studied at night
while working by day.
One day, they rose higher than me,
becoming my seniors.
It hurt my ego.

Then came an evening—
they invited me to dinner.
Everything was arranged with care:
my favorite food, my favorite colors.
I thought it was to mock me.

But they spoke with respect,
with gratitude in their eyes.
They said,
“Sir, your strictness pushed us forward.
You made us realize the value of education.
You were our inspiration.”

Tears filled my eyes.
That night, I understood—
greatness lies not in degrees,
nor in positions—
but in treating everyone with dignity.

A kind word,
a little encouragement,
can change a life.

Never belittle anyone—
fate gives each of us
what is written for us.

We are, after all,
just colleagues,
walking the same road,
learning from one another.

None of my friends ever grow old...

They are laughter woven in silken threads,
Rays of sunshine that never fade.
Even when life’s storms arrive,
They stand unshaken, strong, alive.

No pride of wealth, no vanity’s claim,
Their hearts are pure, their love the same.
In every moment, hand in hand,
They paint joy across the land.

With colors in hair, sparkle in eyes,
Dancing spirits beneath the skies.
Every step, a song, a glow,
Every smile makes the world bestow.

O Lord, keep them blessed and near,
Grant them laughter, love, and cheer.
For friends like these are treasures rare,
Timeless souls beyond compare. 🌹

To love is not to wound deep,  
Words unkind, a debt we keep.  
Illness calls for care, not scorn,  
Rudeness reaps what hate has born.  

No excuse for hearts to stray,  
Kindness lights the darker way.  
In bonds we build, let grace stay,  
Disrespect breaks what love may lay.

Born into a box ruled by someone else’s fine print.

Where can I go to die,  with dignity?   in peace?
The sad truth is there ISN'T a place.

No one ever sees that, even when it is time
for it to be in their face.

We cannot leave this world the way we would like.
Rules and laws govern us from the point of *******,  now.
Didn’t matter what you wanted, or how you lived, anyhow.

Euthanasia applies to every creature BUT us.
How is that even reasonable? Why don't we  have a solution that's feasible ?

There should be a pill, a process, an injection.
Something clean, nonviolent.  Something a family member could discover without unnecessary trauma and mess . Not a rope  or gun or a car exhaust ,
and more stress.

If mercy is written for the beasts and not the people,
then burn the fine print.
Tear up
the contracts.
Polite cruelty? as if suffering needs proof,
as if the idea, the desire for dignity needs permission.
  Respect   the person ,  choice  and decision.

Teach the world, starting with the U.S.,
a new word for human ending
not a disgusting, painful, lonely surrender of life, or suffering , depending,
A choice in  passing that preserves whatever semblance of dignity remains.  
A grant for  freedom  to decide  how  and  when.
After all it's love
not sin.

The journey of two
not just a spark,
but the firewood,
the wind,
the tending.

It doesn’t start with matching vibes.
It starts with matching intents.
Not just chemistry,
but craft.
Two minds, two wounds,
two worlds—
and one vow to weave
instead of tear.

We hear it often:
equality, freedom, man vs woman—
But love isn’t a protest.
It’s a pact.
Not about who yields,
But who builds?
Together.

In every relationship—
romantic, professional, or even divine—
power isn’t in control,
but in contribution.
It’s holding space for a soul to unfurl
while keeping your own from shrinking.

It’s not one shining while the other waits.
It’s an alternating light.
Being the calm during their storm,
and the storm when they’ve settled into silence.

True freedom?
Isn’t standing solo.
It’s standing strong enough
to hold someone
without folding.

Respect is earned—
but in tandem.
Trust is built—
not by one,
but by both choosing.
over and over again
to rise
not above each other,
but beside.

Because the strongest bridges
aren’t made of sameness—
they’re made of differences
tied in truth,
and walked on by courage.