A little poetry goes a loooong way!

Hey there!

Hope you are doing well.

NEWS!!!

From now on, I am going to use this blog not just as a space for me to brag about my photography skills, but also as a space to cherish and applaud literature that has helped me get through tough times. I am hoping that this will be helpful to at least some of you (even more sincerely hoping it would, for me!). I don't have a very clear picture of this on my mind yet, but would still love to see how and where this goes.

So, okay!

Intention set.

Let's begin.

Let's start off with some Mary Oliver love. One of my favourite human beings. You'll come across so many of her poems in the future posts, as her poetry is as simple and beautiful as her and it fills my heart with joy and love. And why would I not want the same for you, dear whoever is reading this!

Hear goes, dearest.

💗

Today

Mary Oliver

Today I'm flying low and I'm 

not saying a word.

I'm letting all the voodoos of ambition sleep.

The world goes on as it must,

the bees in the garden rumbling a little,

the fish leaping, the gnats getting eaten.

And so forth.

But I'm taking the day off.

Quiet as a feather.

I hardly move though I'm traveling

a terrific distance.

Stillness. One of the doors 

into the temple.

                      Art by Yaoyao Ma Van As

And now onto a a piece that I often look up to when I am sad as the sunless sea. It creates a hole in my heart, and fills it with warmth and hope. 

(Credits and love to respective owner, of course!)

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someone's crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

That was just magic, wasn't it? I feel so full of hope every time I read it.

Was listening to this while reading it - A Breathtaking Piano Piece - Jervy Hou

Okay guys! That's it for the first attempt. Let me know how you like it. Let's make our days more lovable and enjoyable with the beauty of poetry and literature and arts and magic!

Peace and love to whoever is reading this. 

Until next time!

Nikhila

(Obviously, I am going to end this with a picture that I loved clicking. (Hey, I did warn you about this!:P))