Wings2Fly

Words like whispers, soft or loud, Can shape the mind, form a cloud. They carry weight, though light they seem, Build or shatter someone’s dream. A simple phrase can soothe the pain, Or twist and sting like falling rain. They pacify, they comfort, heal, But too, they cut, make wounds feel real. A word of love, a word of hate, Can shift a heart, decide its fate. To trust or doubt, it’s left to choice, But words, they always leave a voice. Stories, true or built on lies, They twist, they turn, in truth’s disguise. It’s us who choose to trust or doubt, For words can lead, or cast us out. So speak with care, and know the power, For words can rise or make one cower. They can destroy, or build anew— It’s all in what you choose to do. Daya Nair🫶

Her voice, a soft echo I still hear, Asking if I’m well, if I’ve eaten today. Each call, a thread in the fabric of love, Now gone, yet forever it stays. Her laughter like the morning sun, Warming me, even when skies were gray. Her hands, once near, now far from touch, But the memory, in my heart, won’t stray. The space where her words used to fill, Is quiet now, but not empty, I find— For her love still whispers in the air, Carving paths in my restless mind. I miss the questions, simple and kind, The daily check-ins, her gentle care. But those memories are enough for me, To move forward, though she’s not there. Mothers, the greatest gifts we hold, Enjoy every moment, while you can. For when the calls fall silent, we learn, That love’s true strength begins when they end. Daya Nair🫶

In every dawn, she rises anew, A daughter with eyes of hope, A sister’s bond, pure and true, In silent love, she learns to cope. As wife, she stands by firm and kind, Her heart, a haven in storm and tide, A mother’s arms that always find, The strength to hold, the space to guide. Colleague, friend, in work she glows, With wisdom born from battles fought, A boss who nurtures and who knows, That power lies in every thought. Yet never crowned or placed on high, No altar, throne, or hymns to sing, But in her eyes, a sacred sky, She is the light in everything. For in her hands, the flame she keeps, A spark that holds the world in place, Through every role, her spirit leaps, Unseen, but lighting every space. Daya Nair 🫶