Words ⭐

Oftentimes I ponder about,

The power of words.

Mere letters woven together,

Written or spoken aloud.

The sweetest of messages,

Hardest of truths,

Glittery shower of praises,

To gut wrenching feuds.

Heart tingling love notes,

Soul stirring talks,

Words can mend broken hearts,

Also stir up emotional storms.

Words can sting like a bee,

Causing wounds unintended.

Can soothe like a bear hug,

Melting differences unwanted.

Words can uplift you,

Nourish you with all things nice.

Can shove you to gloom,

And cut like a knife.

At times words are said,

To be regretted soon after.

Words that cannot be undone,

Leaving relationships altered.

Then there are words left unsaid,

Those you wished were conveyed.

But with time, slips away moments.

Until it is sometimes too late!

Words are mighty,

To be dealt with care.

Be generous with the kind ones,

Those meant to be shared.

Take a moment to reflect,

When shadowed by thoughts,

For you can never have them back,

Once words are sent out!

Magic in the Mundane! ✨

The comfort of normalcy,

In daily humdrum.

The sheer blessing of a routine,

That may often seem ho-hum.

The gleeful smiles,

Behind messy, mud smeared faces.

The joyous tunes of family meals,

Hum the pile, of dirty dishes.

The thrills of childhood adventures,

Tucked in the little pants with knee holes.

The echoes of playful laughter,

Bouncing off toys strewn on the floor.

The warmth of bed time snuggles,

Hidden in stained, dog-eared books.

Oh, there really is magic all around,

You just need to know where to look! ✨

- Nandita Pai 

#nanditapaipoems

* Just a reminder to self and to anyone else who may need this today - pause and look for the magic! It's right there ☺️

Cornered!

Suddenly, in the midst,

Of a seemingly beautiful day,

It makes its presence felt,

Like a slap right across the face.

I try to shake it away,

But further in, I sink.

I struggle to hold onto my sanity,

But the negatives march right in.

I try to reason out with my mind,

But in vain as I spiral into the pit.

Then the questions shootout,

Directly at me they hit.

What am I doing with my life?

Do I really matter?

Am I doing enough?

Can I do any better?

Everything that I do all day,

Does it make the slightest difference?

Is the world any nicer,

By my mere presence?

My self worth is dissected,

My very existence, questioned.

My thoughts have me cornered,

My optimism, slowly poisoned.

Then I wipe away my tears,

Tuck away my fears.

Unfurl the turmoil,

Ringing in my ears.

I wrestle my invisible demon,

And free myself of the hold.

Because life is calling,

I have got to go!

- Nandita Pai

** Somedays when I feel I am getting sucked into a whirlpool of my own thoughts, putting them down in words always helps me find a little peace.

Pockets of Peace 🌸

It's been a hustle, 

Well, when is it not, right?

But lately,

Life is a few steps ahead,

With me trying to play catch up, 

Breathlessly running behind.

Sun rises and sets, 

As it's meant to everyday.

The inbetween is a blur most days,

Where did all the time go away?

Amidst all the struggle to juggle,

I'm trying to find my pockets of peace.

Maybe its the wisdom,

That comes free,

With the evening of my thirties!

I am trying,

To prioritise myself.

To tune in to my needs.

To celebrate my own wins.

To embrace my insecurities.

I am learning,

It's OK to say 'No' at times.

Its OK to disappoint.

Its OK to not be able to help.

Its OK to give in to my wants.

I am practicing,

To cancel out the noises,

That fog my mind.

To appreciate the goodness,

Of all kind.

To be fine with the fact that, 

Not all problems need a fix.

To be grateful for life,

The good, the ugly and the entire mix.

Life is as simple or complex,

As you make it to be.

I like mine seasoned,

With my little pockets of peace✌🏻