Morning breaks with a gentle song,
Raindrops whisper where trees belong.
Peace blooms where the heart feels light,
Amid life’s race, a soul takes flight.

A window opens to quiet skies,
Green laughter in the branches lies.
Once blurred by work, by endless run,
Now stillness glows like the rising sun.

Why wander far in restless chase?
Joy is here, in this tranquil place.
A small, sweet home, a slower day,
Where life can bloom in its own way.

If you keep chasing another’s choice,
you will lose the voice of your own.
Blending in may please the world,
but it steals the soul you’ve grown.

Never trade your truth away,
for borrowed dreams will never do.
The only choice worth keeping close,
is the one that’s truly you.

— Usha Maniar 🌸

Controls the world
With soft power.
But like a limp ****
'Soft power' is only
There when it
Can become hard.

Culture rich, a heart of flame.
A realm upon seven hills it rose.
Barbarian winds blew strong and cold,
The empire is reborn.
Roma Aeterna!
The spirits reigns, through shifting sands and distant plains.
A world reborn,
all roads lead to Rome.

From the violence

of two jostling elephants --


the grass is injured.

Shades of yellow cast on our dreams
Skin burning through layers of sunscreen
When gifts of foresight weigh on our beings
Let great powers grow evermore carefree

To satisfy eternity.

Empirical evidence against the empire’s truth
Makes humankind akin to a neurotic fool
Who comes to think that it’ll always nullify
Oh for we all must die!

Young and old both playing their games
Seduced by the baits of short-term gains
Unable to afford the bail out of prison
Wait for great powers to relieve this addiction

To satisfy eternity.

Spawns of decadence in the wake of our new tools
Let us deter suicide with the poisons that soothe
They all say everything will fall, to act seems futile
Oh for we all shall die!

Whether in shame or in desire
Must we forget all we’ve acquired
For yesterday’s pride, tomorrow’s glory
Shake hands with friends and slain the enemy

To satisfy eternity.

The British anthropologist enjoyed rare tribesmen.
But after seeing his article published in the prestigious Journal of Anthropological Research,
he kept the poor man on the coals a little longer,
thinking, "Well done, old chap."