Wings2Fly

In the quiet of night, I close my eyes, Where shadows and memories softly rise, A dream begins, tender and true, And there she stands, like morning dew. Her voice, a whisper, sweet and clear, Like a melody only the heart can hear, Her hands reach out, warm and near, Banishing every lingering fear. Her smile, a beacon, glowing bright, Guiding me through the endless night, I run to her, arms open wide, In this dream, there’s no need to hide. We talk of days long since passed, Of laughter and love meant to last, And in this moment, time stands still, As though the world bends to our will. But as dawn’s light begins to creep, I feel the dream begin to seep, Away like mist, fragile and thin, The world outside beckons me in. Yet in my heart, she’ll always stay, Though dreams may fade with the day, Her love, like roots, runs deep and strong, In waking life, it still belongs. Daya Nair🫶

In the quiet corners of my heart, Her laughter lingers, though we’re apart. Three years have passed since she said goodbye, Yet her love still whispers, a soft, gentle sigh. Her kitchen, a haven where magic would brew, The scent of spices, a warm, tender hue. Each meal a story, each flavor a song, In every bite, I felt I belonged. Her hands, like artists, would dance with the flame, Transforming raw ingredients, never the same. From fragrant biryanis to sweet, creamy treats, In every dish, her essence repeats. Oh, how I long for that familiar embrace, The warmth of her smile, the light in her grace. In memories shared over steaming hot plates, I find her again, as my heart resonates. So here I sit, with a plate filled with love, A taste of her legacy, sent from above. Though she’s not here, her spirit remains, In every delicious, nostalgic refrain. With every meal, I carry her near, In the flavors of home, I hold her dear. For Amma’s cooking was never just food, It was love, it was lif...

 In the church where peace abides, Where my mummy and daddy softly sleep, I’ve hurried past the sacred sights, Too fast to see, too blind to weep…… The statue stands, serene and still, Mother Mary, pure and bright, Lilies bloom beside her feet, A silent prayer, a whispered light….. I never stopped to truly see, The beauty in the quiet space, Rushing through my busy days, Life’s treasures lost in endless race……. But now I pause, my heart at rest, I feel the peace that I once missed, Life’s gentle grace in every leaf, In every moment we exist……… The world is vast, and time is brief, But when we slow, we start to find, The love, the light, the endless gifts, That bloom within the quiet mind……. Daya Nair🫰