#ushamaniar
My books are my dearest friends,
Whispering the stories of life to me each day.
Keep growing, never accept defeat—
The true mark of a sincere soul, they say.
They tell me many tales and secrets deep,
I spend my days immersed in their embrace.
Sharing meals with them, falling asleep close by,
In their comfort, I find my peaceful space.
My books are treasures beyond all measure,
Guiding me to prepare for victory’s call.
With love profound, they enrich my soul,
A priceless gift—the greatest gift of all.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 2:51 AM UTC
They say silence speaks wisdom's truth,
But your quietness drew us apart.
Many times I shared my heart with you,
Whispered love, dreamed of joining hearts.
You never answered with words,
Just smiled and turned away.
I tried to read between your silences,
Yet your true feelings never revealed their way.
Life took turns unforeseen,
Family’s hopes drew lines we crossed.
I moved afar, to foreign shores,
With no trace of you in the chaos lost.
Now years later, I return anew,
Heard you've settled miles away from here.
Still alone, ***** unbound—
How do I comprehend this silent fear?
Your habit of few words, your quiet charm,
Built a distance neither of us planned.
Yet memories of you linger close,
Like whispered shadows, hand in hand.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC