I’ve left my heart over there
Alive in the mountain’s embrace
Where silence speaks louder than words ….
Saudade/ portuguese
(n.) a profound emotional state of longing or nostalgia, often for something or someone absent, with a mix of melancholy and beauty
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Have you ever experienced a deep longing or nostalgia for a place?
For me, it’s Kashmir. You probably already know this, don’t you?
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Your story and mine, left incomplete …
A tale unfinished, yet echoes remain where we meet …
Saudade/ Portuguese
A deep emotional state of longing or nostalgia for something or someone absent or incomplete.
Farq Hai: looping this song, all day long
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Sometimes I feel a crave for you
Like I need to talk to you just right now
Like I need to see you just right now
Like I need to hold your hand just right now
Like I need to feel your heartbeat near mine
Like I need to hear you say my name softly
Like I need to lose myself in your gaze
Like I need to sit with you in comfortable silence
Just right now …
Sometimes I feel a crave for you
Like I need to share the small joys of my day
Like I need to tell you all the words left unsaid
Like I need your presence to make everything feel whole
Like I need your warmth to melt away the cold …
Like I need to know you’re always close
Like I need to believe in the magic of us
Like I need you, endlessly and without reason
Because with you, everything feels just right …
The art of being average in everything allows you to explore various areas of life without the pressure to excel. Being average doesn’t mean lacking ambition; it means finding joy in trying and learning. It teaches humility, patience, and the beauty of imperfection
By letting go of the need to stand out, you discover freedom in just being yourself. It’s a quiet reminder that life is about experiences, not perfection, and every step has its own value
Simply put it is liberating. It is embracing balance and simplicity of life
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Do share what you think about it. I always look forward to hearing your thoughts on my musings …
Your absence hums like a violin string snapped mid-note
A comet that vanished before its trail could unfold
The eclipse of a lighthouse on a storm-battered coast …
Time crawls, a spider weaving webs of empty hours
Memories linger like fireflies trapped in a jar
Each one dimming, yet refusing to fade into stars …
Your voice was rain stitching needles through thirsty leaves
Now silence looms like an unfinished symphony’s grief
A mosaic missing its most vivid, sacred piece…
I search for you in the scent of forgotten gardens
In waves that speak like poets lost to their stanzas
In winds that carry secrets of unuttered mantras …
Truth is, I miss you like the moon misses its tides
A ship adrift, no constellations to confide
The ache of a heart where all its echoes reside
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I love the mystery in you
A quiet depth, like a still lake at dusk
Holding reflections that shift with every glance
The shadow you cast
Is not absence but presence
A soft veil over what could be, inviting me to wonder, not to solve …
You are a riddle
Pieces scattered like stars in a wide open sky
Each clue a whisper of meaning, yet the answer stays just out of reach …
A whirlwind stirs within you
Not chaos but motion
Drawing me closer, only to spin me into wonder again …
You are a mystery box
Sealed with care and quiet allure
Its weight a promise of something unseen
Waiting for those who dare to open without haste …
And yet, I do not seek to solve you
For the beauty lies in not knowing
To stand at the edge of your mystery is a wonder enough for me …
The word “Mystère” comes from the Latin word “mysterium,” meaning “secret” or “something hidden.”
The unknown can be beautiful and fascinating in its own right
What do you say?
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Carry the light, even when shadows press close!
Know that the spark you offer is
A ripple in the vast, unseen glow …
Let the weary heart find strength
In the promise: His light endures …
Unchallenged, unswerving
A beacon no darkness can claim …
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Painting flowers, specifically wildflowers brings me so much joy. The freedom to create soft, flowing shapes and play with colors feels relaxing and uplifting. It’s a beautiful way to connect with nature and let my imagination bloom. It brings delight, reminding me of the simple beauty in wild, untamed things …
What brings you joy? – I always wonder!
I don’t write to change other’s view
Yet with each word, my mind finds clarity
I write not to make a difference, it’s true
But to drift away, escaping the reality …
I don’t paint to transform the world
But to steady the tremor within my soul
Each brushstroke a whisper of stillness
Each color a fragment of the peace I seek …
I don’t dance to dazzle or be seen
But to let the weight of the day fall away
Each step a silent prayer, each movement a release
Until I am nothing but breath and fleeting grace …
I don’t smile to hide the ache inside
But to remind myself of the light I can still hold
Each curve of my lips a quiet rebellion
Against the weight that tries to pull me below
Simply saying whether it’s through writing, painting, dancing, or smiling, I don’t do these things for others, I do them to heal and comfort my soul. These and more reflect my journey of seeking and creating my own sense of inner peace …
How do you find your inner solace?
Even if it’s just a few words from you
They fill my heart with joy
A quiet happiness that stays
Making me feel seen
Making me feel loved …
Even if it may not reflect
How you truly think of me
Or anything more than passing thought
Yet still, it is enough …
Even if it’s just a faint glow
Like the moon’s light through distant clouds
It softens the darkness within me
A quiet reminder that warmth still exists …
I’m listening to a song
Hoping you are too …
It feels like it carries messages
Only you would understand …
I dive into its meaning
As if the lyrics are threads
Weaving stories of us
In a language only the heart speaks …
It tells me you are light
Not blinding, but steady …
A quiet presence
That shifts the shadows in my world …
My heart whispers
‘Stay, even for a moment’ …
It doesn’t care where life leads
It only wants to feel you here …
These feelings, unspoken and vast
Feel like gifts the song carries
I wonder if you’ll hear them too …
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I recently came across the poem, ‘Tell Me Tomorrow’ by Becky Hemsley, and I absolutely loved it. The poem feels similar to the musings above. It talks about unspoken feelings, hope, and the quiet longing for someone’s presence. They show how love can be patient and gentle, even when words are hard to say. The musings and the poem capture the beauty of waiting and the desire to connect …
I don’t know about you, yet I wish to know what you think about both, My musings and the poem …
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Whenever even a small negative thought about someone crosses your mind, consciously and immediately shift your focus to something positive about them. Send that uplifting energy out into the universe
In doing so, you’ll nurture an inner positive transformation that benefits not only yourself but also those around you
Embrace the magic of this powerful shift
Happy New Year, Beautiful People
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Sometimes life feels like it has no deeper meaning, just a series of ordinary days. Yet, in those moments, the dazzling sunlight dancing through the trees reminds us that even the simplest moments can shine with dazzling beauty …
Last night, I woke up twice
The silence heavy, the air still
Each time, your face filled my thoughts
As if my heart knew only one path …
I reached for my phone
Wanting to write to you today
Something, anything
Because if this isn’t love
I don’t know what is …
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After a while, loving how my thoughts flow into words
People often have depth within them; they just need the right environment and the right people to express themselves fully …
What do you think?
I glance at my phone,
Hoping to see a message from you,
But no, it’s empty,
And I tell my heart, “It’s okay.”
I hold on to hope,
That something might arrive soon,
But still, nothing,
And I whisper, “It’s okay.”
Time passes slowly,
The silence grows long,
But I remain patient,
Saying softly, “It’s okay.”
The wait lingers on,
A quiet ache in my chest,
Yet I smile gently,
And tell myself, “It’s okay.”
In the stillness of the day,
I find comfort within,
Even without a message,
I remind my heart, “It’s okay.”
How do you find peace in moments of waiting and uncertainty?
The rarest beauty is found in those
Who listen without judgment …
Who cradle your truths with care …
Honoring the courage it takes to share …
What do you think?
Walk your path with quiet strength
Unaffected by the noise of others
Intentions speak louder than explanations
And peace grows from within ….
What keeps you grounded when others misunderstand you?
I don’t travel alone, I travel with myself’ ….
Meanwhile, I carry
The depth of my thoughts
The echoes of my dreams and
The endless dialogues within …..
Tell me, how do you travel?
Let’s disappear from this chaotic world …
Into a place where silence speaks
Where the air is light and untouched
And we find ourselves anew, free …
Ahh! This desire to escape from the noise and pressure of the world into a serene, untouched space where we rediscover our true self and experience a deep sense of freedom …
Intriguing, right? This idea of finding peace and clarity away from it all?
We carry these ingrained ideas of what makes a ‘good appearance.’ But isn’t it harsh, even cruel, that people are so often judged by someone else’s idea of beauty, rather than who they really are?
As Oscar Wilde once said, ‘Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.’ Yet society pressures us to fit into molds, to measure up to standards we may not even believe in ourselves. We’re expected to align with others’ notions of what makes an acceptable appearance.
Why should someone’s worth be tied to the clothes they wear, the style they choose, or how they carry themselves? And isn’t it even more unjust when these judgments overlook the depth of a person’s inner being, their kindness, resilience, and unique spirit? How often do we truly see each other for who we are, beyond the layers of judgment, appearance, and expectation?
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Sana contemplating …
Can we be kind to each other as we’re?
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When you choose to rise, to seek something greater
You’ll sense the quiet stirring of the universe aligning
Subtle forces shifting, pathways unfolding just for you …
Isn’t it wonderful how life begins to answer your call?
Song of the day
Rest
Do you agree
That those who overthink are the ones who overlove?
I wonder
When we love, don’t we hold our beloveds so tightly in our thoughts?
Isn’t it so?
Love and worry blend
Two threads braided in the mind
And perhaps it’s why we bear those heavy aches now and then
(I mean headaches ☺️)
Each thought, wrapped in care
Each care, pressed close to the heart …
Love, relentless, always seeks:
To protect
To understand
To be enough …
So tell me
Whether a heart can feel that depth of love without also feeling the weight of worry
Or
If worry inevitably ‘shadows’ love, adding both depth and heaviness to it?
When your hair has turned to winter
and your teeth are in a plate,
when your getter up and go
has gone to stop and wait—
I’ll still be loving you.
When your attributes have shifted
beyond the bounds of grace,
I’ll count your many blessings,
not the wrinkles in your face—
I’ll still be loving you.
When the crackle in your voice
matches that within your knee
and the times are getting frequent
that you don’t remember me—
I’ll still be loving you.
Growing old is
something we all do
I hope you’ll always understand—
I’ll still be loving you.
Writer: C. David Hay
Artist: Bettina Baldassari
Ah, my heart is full of love for you –
By the lakeside, the wind whispers softly
White swans glide silently, a harmony ….
Their grace speaks of love without words
As they move, side by side, in quiet understanding
Ah, my heart is full of love for you –
I♥️
Returning to the mountains of Nepal
There I hear a quiet prayer …
The air holds stories, and
The peaks remind me of something higher,
A kind of majestic, and mysterious power
Something beyond words
As devotion follows me ever since
Through its valleys and winds …
I see myself as a simple soul. I find joy in the little things, waking up to a humble breakfast, like a cup of tea, honey, a handmade roti (tortilla), vegetables with chilli and mustard seeds, and then spending unhurried time with loved ones, talking about the weather, some chores or sewing clothes, or something as small as jotting a note on a postcard. I’m content to sit with a few old coins, letting them clink together, or to play a tune on the harmonium, untrained, yet somehow it’s music to those dear to me …
That’s who I’m, a simple person at heart. Some don’t understand why I’m drawn to the mountains and valleys, places where life flows quietly, unhurried and unadorned. The people there live differently from those in the city; they don’t complicate life or chase after recognition, wealth, or fame. They are content just as they are, in a way that’s extraordinary without needing to say so. For me, smelling a flower feels like magic, extraordinary in its simplicity. To most, it may seem ordinary, but to me and those mountain souls, it’s everything …
One day, I dream of living in the mountains, waking each morning to their towering presence all around. The sun would rise over them, its rays meeting my face, bathing me in a warm glow of golden light. I’d be shining in that bright yellow, wouldn’t I? Tell me …
Can I also live there with your name permanently? As going back to the mountains would feel like an act of devotion, a fulfillment of a promise, leaving me with a heart softened and at peace …
(NB: I wasn’t sure about the title of this post. So I felt to take the first word that it’s started. I hope it’s fine)
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Autumn arrives gently, with leaves of red, yellow and gold falling around me. I want to stay in its soft beauty, holding onto the fading light a little longer …
Dear Fall,
Do not leave me
Do not let me go …
I loved the way their steps moved together
Effortless and in tune, as if they shared an unspoken rhythm …
Such quiet harmony
Such gentle peace
Such a bond that needed no words
Only the steady beat of their feet …
Let’s walk together!
Love asks for nothing …
In silence, strength grows within
Heart vast, yet unseen
A person’s capacity for love and emotional depth is immense, but it may not be outwardly visible or recognized by others. But someone can hold deep feelings and a profound emotional state within themselves, even if those feelings are not acknowledged or reciprocated. There’s strength and richness of such unexpressed emotions and it only deepens quietly over time …
What do you think?
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Gunnen/ ductch
(n.) to find happiness in someone else’s happiness because that’s how much you love them …
Kaash hum aapke dost ban pateAapki batein sunteAapne dil ke sunateChai pe charcha karkeJadon ki dophar bitate.Gar baat no kuch rozTo ghar wale bhi …
Kaash / كاش/ काश
Ahh! That longing for a deep, meaningful friendship, where conversations flow effortlessly, and even silence over time raises concern. It’s a heartfelt desire for connection and the warmth of shared moments …
“I wish I could become your friend,
Listening to your stories,
Sharing the ones from my heart,
Discussing over tea,
Spending winter afternoons together …
If there’s no talk for a few days,
Even the family starts to question.
I wish I could become your closest friend”
But is that kind of bond ever truly within reach?
Kaash!
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Interestingly I was having tea while sharing this beautiful piece by one of my favourite blogger and as a person, she’s amazing, true, and kind. I love her blog and I adore the name of her blog
Pretences Still learning the ropes
I hope you would love too!
A heart pulled by tides unseen,
Each farewell an ache that deepens
A love held quietly in the spaces between
Always departing, yet never rescinding
It’s strange how you can miss someone so deeply, yet to care for them, you must continually say goodbye …
But how do you let go without losing them entirely?
Life’s a symphony
With colors that dance and winds that hum
And you, a note that never fades ….
Forgetting you
Is like trying to recall the shape of wind
An invisible ache that lingers –
What part of me will you leave behind?
Sometimes it happens in life that despite the effort to forget someone, their impact has left a lasting imprint on our mind and certain relationships or memories change us, leaving behind a part of the person in our thoughts, emotions, or identity, even after they’re gone
What do you think?
Time is a beautiful feeling
Like the quiet touch of a hand in yours …
Love doesn’t rush; it learns the art of waiting
Do we know how to cherish what grows slowly?
I’ve always wanted to paint Big Ben right in front of the famous structure itself, but I could only do so from indoors since it was too chilly outside at that time!
Sometimes, you plan for things, and other times you don’t dream of them at all, yet something occurs, beautifully or unexpectedly; this is often how life unfolds, as we aren’t the ultimate planners, but rather guided by a greater force, The One. Outside, the silhouette of Big Ben looms against the sky, a reminder that time keeps moving, regardless of our own intentions. As you keep following your passions at your own pace, what surprises do you think might come your way?
For me, everyday brings a lot of surprises and excitement to me. Well, it was another solo adventure, strolling across Westminster Bridge, taking in the view of Big Ben, the Houses of Parliament, and the London Eye. Tourists buzzed around, snapping pictures and chatting excitedly in different languages, while street performers played music that drifted through the air. I loved watching families and friends gather, pointing at landmarks and sharing stories as they walked. The highlight was jumping in front of the London Eye, its massive wheel turning slowly above me, capturing the thrill of the moment in a photo. There was something magnetic about the Thames River too, its steady flow calming me as I leaned over the bridge, feeling connected to the history and rhythm of the city
As the day drew to a close, I wandered into a riverside garden, where the vibrant flowers stood in serene contrast to the bustle of the city, offering a quiet balm to my eyes. The chilly air nipped at my skin, but a warm cup of coconut-flavored mocha melted the cold away, its rich sweetness a perfect comfort. It wasn’t just a drink; it was a remedy, calming me from the inside out. With the Thames whispering nearby, I found solace in my painting, each brushstroke a therapy of its own. The moment felt like a quiet triumph, a celebration of solitude and creativity
Time is a beautiful feeling and I hope to hold on to this season with one of my LittlePainting, here and now …
Now, tell me what you think about
‘Time’ as Now and Here ….
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Another of my favorite songs to walk with is “I Want You Now” by Loving Caliber. It conveys a deep longing for someone, with gentle vocals and a smooth rhythm that evoke a sense of closeness and warmth
Progress is still progress
No matter the pace
The road is tough
Filled with moments of doubt …
But growth begins in the smallest ways,
Needing time and tender care
Yes, surely!
When it feels slow, remember
Quitting won’t help
Nah nah, never!
Stay steady, sweet child
Appreciate where you are
For you’ve learned, and you’ve grown
Believe in the power of small beginnings;
Don’t fret about reaching the big things …
Collect the fragments of this world
Hear the joy of distant voices carried on the breeze
Drift and dive, and
Be foolish in your whims
But don’t you worry, beautiful soul
Stand tall, content in who you are ….
Yesterday, once again, I set out on a solo adventure, walking extensively and embracing the challenge of a marathon for myself. I loved it, without a doubt
Stepping off the London Underground into the vibrant heart of Paddington, I wandered through an area where historic charm dances with modern development, lively streets, and iconic architecture. Inside the bustling Paddington Train Station, alive with its constant hum of activity, I felt the energy swirling around me; it was contagious. Now, whether my energy fuels the station or the station fuels me, that’s the question
After that, I stepped outside, clutching my Google map like a compass, ready to chart my course through the bustling streets. I set my sights on the serene beauty of the Italian Gardens and the expansive embrace of Kensington Gardens.
And so, my journey began.
The air was sharp with a biting wind, the sky heavy with clouds. Yet, I discovered a certain beauty in the way the dry leaves twirled like dancers in the swirling wind, crafting their own brittle symphony beneath my feet. I wandered for miles, from the elegance of the Italian Gardens to the heart of Kensington, eventually finding myself standing by the Round Pond. There, I felt urge to paint something, anything, and I scattered color across my blank cold-pressed watercolor paper, watching as the hues bled and merged into mesmerizing patterns. It was a sight that captivated the mind, the way the colors flowed like thoughts unfolding. As Picasso once said, ‘Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.’ I felt that childlike joy, watching the colors breathe life into the paper. I always do feel like this
As the day slipped into dusk, swans paused in their graceful drifting, while the water, stirred by the wind, shivered with restless ripples, in this vast space, tinged with a hint of melancholy, my thoughts turned to success. I realized that success means something different to everyone. For me, it’s simply being present in this moment. Others may reach for the world, always consciously in race for this or that, I find no desire for that. Thoreau wisely noted, ‘What lies behind us and what lies ahead of us are tiny matters compared to what lives within us.’ My contentment springs not from possessions but from the quiet joy of simply existing now and here
This journey is beautiful
Don’t you think so?
I’ve been listening to this song for the past two days, and it has become my faithful walking companion. It’s a Bangla song. I adore its tune, lyrics, and gentle melody. This is one of the Bangla songs I listen to on repeat, filled with a deep affection that resonates within me. As I planned to paint by the pond, I envisioned singing this song while creating my artwork. So, I jotted down the lyrics in my little notebook and then sang the song aloud. I know my handwriting is charming, I love it ☺️ and I sing beautifully for my soul too! Do you love it?
Thank you for appreciating it!
I just wish you find the success that you want from life, and I pray for your good health, happiness, and joy as you travel in your life. Be happy always
I♥️
The most beautiful feelings can’t be expressed in words; they can only be felt.
One day I went on a ‘Date with Sister’ to different places. We walked around London city a lot. Lastly we end our date at this beautiful Regent’s Park …
Our date wouldn’t have been complete without Little Painting under the open sky, surrounded by nature and water at this Park, a natural surroundings where we feel alive the most. It’s our special breathing space, where time pauses, and we dive deep into our hearts. Painting there together was a blessing beyond words …
It’s one of those feelings where, no matter how much you try to put it into words, you can never fully capture it. As Anaïs Nin once said, ‘We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect,’ but some emotions are too profound for even words to contain …
Can you guess which one is my painting?
Mirror is hazy
Let it be …
The winds are wild
But so are you …
Press on, ‘No apologies’ …
Will you rise, or stay behind?
Let it not matter …
How bright will you burn until the end
Before you’re free of all you pretend?
Umbrella for the rain,
A shield against what falls
Sunglasses for the trend,
A gesture of fitting in
But when the storm is within,
What do you reach for then?
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Someone once called me a poet, and I loved that. Being a poet feels like holding up a mirror to my thoughts, as if no other umbrella could shield me. I know I might bore others with this at times, but what can I do? I am who I am. If you love me, you must love my poetic voice, or not love me at all. If that sounds dramatic, so be it
For me, the act of creating is what truly matters. It’s the deepest part of who I am
Do you love me? Or not? Tell me
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The picture was taken in front of South Kensington Station, London on 22nd September. It was kind of a solo-explorer day. I went to visit Natural History Museum and the Kensington Gardens.
Pain changes people, like rivers slowly shaping stone …
Gentle edges toughen, and hearts bear the weight …
Yet within the fractures, somewhat strength emerges
Becoming a self the world may never see …
How do you shatter my heart like fragile glass, while your calm presence remains unshaken? How can you stay serene amidst the fragments you’ve left behind?
How do you drown my soul like a sinking ship,
while you sail smoothly on calm waters?
How can you drift so peacefully, leaving me lost beneath the waves?
How is it that some people remain so calm, while the other person feels every possible emotion so deeply?
Which of these two categories do you fall into?
An evening walk, the air softly warm
Bathed in the gentle glow of moonlight …
Each step feels weightless, the world at ease
Do you ever feel such quiet peace?
One question: Have you ever been in a situation where you can’t stop thinking about someone, even though you know there’s little chance of ever meeting them? Has that ever happened to you?
I love asking questions!
And someone might respond, ‘And, I love not answering them…’
Hmm 😊
A dense forest lies before me
Let’s venture deep within ….
It was my birthday, 2nd September. I’m currently visiting London. On my birthday, we decided to head into the Epping forest to enjoy the scenery and take a long walk deep inside. I am drawn to these kinds of natural settings and often find myself immersed in them, savoring the tranquility and spaciousness of such an enchanting landscape.
I miss you here and everywhere ….
The Epping Forest District, rich in history and character, offers beautiful green spaces perfect for a short getaway. It’s a surprising gem near London with plenty of places to eat, drink, and enjoy local events. The area serves as a scenic link between London and Essex, delighting visitors with its many attractions. With every visit, you’ll find more than you expected.
So, why not explore it for yourself, just a short journey from the city?
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P.S. Is anyone from my WordPress friends living in London right now? I’ll be here till October 18th.
Who knew her heart could awaken once more,
after years of quiet silence,
When she believed love was a season past,
a chapter closed?
Yet here it was, blooming again like spring after a long winter …
On their third meeting, wandering through a flower shop,
His words bloomed around her,
“What is your favorite flower? I want to buy it for you!”
Her eyes widened, a breath caught in surprise
Someone cared to ask about such a small,
unimportant matter like a favorite flower!
In that moment,
The petals of her heart unfurled,
As if touched by the morning sun’s first gentle rays …
She felt
The warmth of being truly seen
The sweetness of being loved and
The softness of being deeply cared for …
She is blooming once again having her favourite flower from her beloved after a long winter of her little life …
This is certainly not a small, unimportant matter at all!
What do you think?
John Lennon once said, “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” Right at this moment, the love that you receive, the moment that you cherish, the joy that you find, – all of these may change in the blink of an eye. Instead of taking things for granted, value what you have right now and make the most of every moment …
It’s okay to feel lost or not be okay at times. You don’t owe anything to your younger self, but you do owe everything to who you are now. I do believe that true wealth comes from new experiences, not from material possessions.
The most beautiful things in life are found in nature, laughter, kindness, love, and in embracing your imperfections and freedom. If you don’t take the time to reflect and listen, you might miss the world’s subtle hints about who you truly are.
Gratitude has a way of transforming your perspective. The more grateful you are, the more beauty you notice around you, and the more generous and fulfilling life becomes.
How often do you take a moment to truly appreciate the simple, beautiful things around you?
Tell me!
She’s the kind who clings like ivy,
Wrapping herself around that feels warm, loved and right …
And
She’s the one if shattered like glass
Wrap herself in a blanket as dark and deep as the ocean’s depths …
“Say those magic words,” I plead …
“No need,” you say, “for truth is in our eyes.”
“But still,” I whisper, “I love you—let love be spoken! Please?” ….
You’re the love that arrived like a sudden storm, unexpected and wild, yet beautifully warm.
No matter how often I gaze at you
I’m never fully quenched …
You bloom like dawn’s first light
While I glimmer like a lone star in the night …
I’ll beg the heavens to soften your glow
For these days, your presence leaves me breathless …
Hamnafs/ persian/ urdu
(n.) the person having closeness to your breath; your soulmate
Ah! The whispers of calm
Like a gentle sea’s psalm …
Inhale the tranquility
Exhale life’s melody …
Your mind, a silent forest
Where shadows twist and shout …
And struggles between undefined battles …
I hope you find the strength, like dawn breaking through the doubt,
To win the unseen war that you tell no one about …
You’re going to realize it one day that happiness was never about your job, or your degree, or being in a relationship. Happiness was never about following in the footsteps of all of those who came before you, it was never about being like the others
One day, you’re going to see it that happiness was always about the discovery, the hope, the listening to your heart and following it wherever it chose to go. Happiness was always about being kinder to yourself, it was always about embracing the person you were becoming
One day, you will understand that happiness was always about learning how to live with yourself, that happiness was never in the hands of other people. It was always about you. It was always about you
Bianca Sparacino
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Now tell me,
What brings you genuine happiness?
How do you nurture joy within yourself?
What does it mean to feel truly at peace inside?
How do you define a content and fulfilled inner self?
What practices help you cultivate lasting happiness from within?
Wow, so many questions! But I really do love asking them, and even more, I enjoy hearing your responses …
I would rather live in a world where my life is surrounded by mystery than live in a world so small that my mind could comprehend it”
Harry Emerson Fosdick
Meanwhile
Surprise others with change
Let them see a new side …
Become someone unexpected
And watch them rethink your story …
Let them blink in awe
At the change they missed …
You, now far from who you were
La vie continue, in anyways
Always ….
🤷♀️
Tell me, wouldn’t life lose its magic if we understood it all?
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La Vie Continue/ french
(phr.) “‘life goes on’
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