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 😊
Let me have a friend
Like a mirror reflecting my true self
Without hesitation or pretense …
Let me have a friend
Who understands my sorrow
As the ocean comprehends each wave’s crest and fall …
Let me have a friend
With whom I can journey to the stars and back
In a bond as deep as the sea …
Let me have a friend
Like a lighthouse guiding ships through turbulent seas
And offering calm and strength in every storm
Let me have a friend
Who grasps my every need
Like a gardener tending to each unique flower
Let me have a friend
Not merely a cherry blossom’s fleeting bloom
But a steadfast bamboo, bending yet unbroken
Let me have a friend
Like a serene rock in a Zen garden
Grounded and unwavering, amidst all change
Let me have a friend
Like a forest that shelters and steadies
Providing refuge and resilience through the fiercest winds …
Let me have a friend
Like a tranquil meditation that clears the mind
Guiding me with peace and clarity through life’s ups and downs …
Let me have a friend
To whom I am never just a fleeting shadow or afterthought …
Let me have a friend
To whom my heart can freely speak
Finding solace and understanding as naturally as a river finds its course …
Let me have a friend
To whom I can confide
A patient listener whose presence is a quiet sanctuary
Where my words find a refuge and my thoughts are truly heard …
Let me have a friend
Who will embrace me without judgment
As a canvas welcomes every brushstroke without critique …
Let me have a friend
As a flame nurtured by kindling eventually warms the whole hearth …
Let me have a friend
To whom I can share my deepest secrets …
And lastly,
Let me have a bosom friend
Who says, “Let’s embrace the day,”
And never utters “Goodbye” to me …
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I’ve been in London for over 22 days now. A few old school friends live here and reached out to me. At first, I was caught up in other things, but after two weeks, I’ve finally settled into a slower rhythm of life. Since I live in a peaceful, almost countryside area, I don’t feel the pull to venture into the city often. My friends would like me to come out, reconnect, and spend time wandering the city, but here’s the truth: I can’t seem to muster the interest …
It might seem harsh, but that’s just how I am. I know them well, and their materialistic nature makes me feel stifled. While I’d rather talk about nature, travel, art, books, poetry, love, philosophy, human nature, yoga, meditation, and similar topics, they tend to focus on things I do not know about or I don’t seem to internalise them. So, I keep my distance from most of the so-called friends …
Many might assume I’m extroverted, but to their surprise, I’m deeply introverted. So much so that they haven’t even realized how I navigate social interactions. A friend gave me her contact number, but I felt so down that I didn’t want to reach out. I worried that talking to her might be overwhelming, and I wasn’t sure what we’d discuss or if it would make me anxious. So I’m just taking time. I’m not sure if this is a problem on just how I am, but it’s been the way it is so far, and honestly though, I never want to upset or disappoint them, but for my own set of mind, I often find myself retreating and taking space …
I didn’t reach out to them when I arrived because I wanted some distance, to just be away for a while. Now that they’ve found out I’m here and have been asking to meet up since last week, I feel like retreating even more, like hiding away to avoid the gathering. Some days, meeting people feels exhausting, and I find myself constantly seeking excuses to evade it. These are those kinds of days …
Moreover I often feel drained by the idea of one-on-one interactions with just anyone, even that’s a friend for name’s sake. There I may start to overthink: What will we talk about? How will the time pass? All of these worries pile up, leaving me reluctant to engage. In group settings, it’s easier- there I don’t feel the same pressure to carry the conversation. (Do you ever feel this way?) They can do that within themselves and I can be just a listener. But then meeting just one person feels like a task I need energy for, which I often don’t have … and I can only give that precious time and energy only to my bestie, and my special one … not to anyone else!
Even with old school or work friends, I need to feel an inner pull, a desire, to meet them. I’m more than willing to be there when they need me, but when it comes to my own connections, I’m very selective. I only truly open up with a rare few- a close friend and other person with whom I can share anything, knowing they’ll always wish the best for me … With my besties, I can truly be myself (though my true self might be a bit annoying and wild, witty and weird to them, but I don’t mind being silly to them) …
I care for my besties deeply, wishing them happiness and ease in life. Even from miles away, it’s as if they are a constant star in my sky—always present in my thoughts. I reach out to share everything happening here, as if sending them messages across the distance to keep them close … yes, I want to remain close, somehow …
I recently came across a reflection on friendship that resonated with me:
“The only trick of friendship is to find people who are better than you are—not smarter, not cooler, but kinder, and more generous, and more forgiving—and then to appreciate them for what they can teach you, and to try to listen to them when they tell you something about yourself, no matter how bad—or good—it might be, and to trust them, which is the hardest thing of all. But the best, as well.”
~ Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
I love my friend who is a better human than I am. I know they always want the best for me, whether we’re together or apart …
I miss my bestie so much!
When I show you my affection, it means you are my chosen best friend …
I’ve a childhood story to tell about it … some other day, I may share! I wonder if you would wish to hear that story! Someday! One day, may be!
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A question- what is friendship to you?
Another question—do you think long-distance friendships can endure, even if the friends haven’t met in person yet?
Don’t be the devil to me
Love me instead
Don’t close your heart, sweetheart
Let tenderness spread …
Love me in fragments
If you can’t love me whole
But don’t vanish, my darling
Leaving scars on my soul …
I’m truly enjoying the area I’m living in—Chigwell, a suburban town in Essex. As someone once said, “Home is not a place, it’s a feeling,” and this place has captured that sentiment perfectly for me. It’s this perfect blend of town and country, with charming Georgian houses and picturesque weather-boarded cottages that make every walk feel like a step back in time. And I think I can walk here for hours ….
Walking is healing to me; it’s my savior, my way of life. Certainly I can walk for hours, especially with music playing. Sometimes I even find myself talking as I walk, or certain words pop into my mind, and I jot them down. Later, I write based on what I felt when I made those notes. It happens every time …
I’d love to share the songs I’ve been listening to lately while walking. Though my taste in music keeps evolving, these tracks have really stuck with me …
Ever wonder how music can change the rhythm of your thoughts?
I wonder what an amazing ride does to you;
For it moves me more than I ever knew …
Also it heals my heart and lifts life’s gray …
Does it stir your heart and change your view?
Can I join you on a fast-paced bike ride?
Tell me!
Lately, I’ve been really into this song (included in the video). When I go for a walk, I listen to it along with some other tracks, and sometimes I can’t help but want to dance to every beat… and honestly, I do find myself moving a bit like I’m dancing while I walk …
This morning, I went to a mall in the city and we took a different route, via fast-paced Uber ride. It made me think of bike rides… if you ride a bike, do they ever get that fast?
I found myself wondering, I don’t know why!
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 …
I know I’m hurting myself.
This is the finger I injured four months ago, now wearing a ring on it again after so long. This finger was fractured in an accident. I can’t bend it properly or grip well anymore.
I’ve followed the doctor’s instructions and even undergoing physiotherapy, which is still ongoing.
It’s a bit swollen (still swollen while writing) but otherwise fine. As the swelling persists, the finger is becoming increasingly stiff and challenging to move.
Initially I was heartbroken because I couldn’t take it that I can never bend my finger like before. I used to cry for this. I had mental trauma from my pain. I used to hurt myself trying to bend it in different ways and was so hard on myself that it would hurt more later on. I was patient in taking the medication and physiotherapy that included the wax therapy also.
Lately, I often feel unsettled. when I can’t grip the handlebar of my cycle with my left hand and I would become too sentimental about this unfortunate incident.
Well, I had had two major operation in my life so far. Always I hated operation and I had to face those nightmares. Even I experienced terrible car accident. But I survived by the grace of Almighty and didn’t fractured any parts of my body. But never ever I felt so helpless now that I see my stiff ring finger just like this without motion, without emotion, with only a rough feeling.
Just reflecting that sometimes accidents happen beyond our control, and even after we take care of the injury, the pain may persist for long or never goes away for a long long time …
And when your heart breaks, then you may not get back your whole heart again. It already has lots of holes from the breaking. Can we repair our hearts with the Japanese method of Kintsugi by giving us a new heart with gold?
Just asking!
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Kintsugi, also known as kintsukuroi, is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with urushi lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum. The method is similar to the maki-e technique. (Wikipedia)
As you know Kintsugi inspires us to embrace our flaws and accept them as a part of life.
I’m also accepting it as a part of my life with grace and love. Also these days I’m feeling that my Almighty had a plan for this happenings, so that I experienced something unusual out of this accident of fractured finger. Now I’m preparing for doing Kintsugi on it to make it flawsome.
Tell me, how do you take care of the pain that’s unavoidable, uncontrollable, and untreatable?
My Dear R,
I hope this letter finds you well. As Aristotle once said, “Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.” With that in mind, I wanted to share some important reminders—lessons I’ve learned and wisdom I’ve gathered over time …
First, remember that happiness isn’t just a destination; it’s the journey itself. Think of each moment as a precious gem to be savored. Immerse yourself in what you love, whether it’s painting a vivid canvas, losing yourself in a good book, tending to your garden, or enjoying the company of friends. Don’t hold back. Learn the practice of “wabi-sabi.” While wabi-sabi primarily focuses on finding beauty in imperfection and the transient nature of life, it also emphasizes appreciating simple, everyday moments. Appreciate more of your self-care and personal expression. Dress in your favorite outfits, experiment with makeup, or enjoy a pampering session as a way to celebrate yourself and find joy in small, delightful ways. Embrace and cherish the present moment …
Don’t overthink. Eliminate self-doubt and self-criticism. Don’t ever think you’re not enough; you are enough, just as you are. As Eleanor Roosevelt said, “No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” Don’t let negative thoughts take root in your mind. Instead, focus on starting a skincare routine, eating healthy meals, maintaining regular exercise or yoga, and taking care of your personal hygiene. Remember, your brain and body are closely linked; when one suffers, the other often does too …
My dear, do you laugh often? Laughter is a reflection of our inner state of being, so let it flow freely. Find that spark that lights up your eyes. Be passionate about something—whether it’s a hobby, a project, playing an instrument, exploring nature, or even just a ride all on your own …
Seek connection and company. Share your joys, sorrows, and daily happenings with the right people. Building and nurturing these relationships is essential for your well-being. The support and understanding of others can provide strength and perspective in difficult times. But also never ever let anyone tell you otherwise or bring you down …
Read as many books as you can, starting from a young age. As George R.R. Martin said, “A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies . . . The man who never reads lives only one.” Reading will enrich your life and make the most of your time in the best possible ways …
Please darling don’t forget to walk daily, move, run, or dance, for ‘to keep the body in good health is a duty… otherwise we shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear.'” – Buddha
You have the power to create a beautiful life for yourself. Embrace every opportunity to grow, learn, and love. You’ve got this. The time is now to be bold about who you are. Hold no regrets. Try more things. Cross some lines. It won’t matter to anyone. Love yourself as you are. And remember, you are always beautiful, kind, and worthy of being loved, cared for, and respected.
Consider Oprah Winfrey’s journey. Despite facing significant challenges and adversities in her early life, she embraced every opportunity for growth and learning, ultimately becoming one of the most influential and successful figures in the world. Her story is a testament to the power of self-love, resilience, and the pursuit of one’s true self. As she often says, “The biggest adventure you can take is to live the life of your dreams.”
You’ll discover a unique happiness that comes from simply living and enjoying everyday, mundane pleasures. Imagine a painter who, after years of searching for inspiration in grand landscapes, finally finds true joy in capturing the simple beauty of a sunlit kitchen, a blooming garden, or the quiet streets of their neighborhood. Their art reflects the contentment found in everyday moments, illustrating how the ordinary can bring profound happiness.
Love deeply and passionately. Someone unique will come into your life. He won’t possess the conventional markers of success you once thought were essential in a partner. On your first date, he might give you a ride home on the handlebars of his bike because he doesn’t have a car and can’t afford to rent one. But don’t worry about these. Rather you may find that he’s incredibly funny, intelligent, and has remarkable integrity.
And lastly, be funny, kind, empathetic, caring, and respectful. Be vulnerable. Wouldn’t you agree that these qualities make life richer and more fulfilling?
You warm my heart,
Roksana
A letter to the younger self
However, no matter how old you are, there’s always something to learn from any moment or from anyone who is an integral part of your life right now. Learn what you can from those you admire and most importantly from the walk of your own life and apply it in real sense as much as possible ….
What do you think?
In my dreams, I glimpsed you,
A shadow calling my name
From a distant place …
I walked far ahead
In a sea of chaos
Surrounded by countless faces
I turned around
Aware of your voice
Yet you remained unseen …
In my dreams, I found you
Amidst a chaotic storm
You searched for me
Worried if I get lost
Where would you find me?
You sent your words to me
And I replied with mine
But it was never quite enough
Everything remained hazy in the dreams …
In my dreams, I glimpsed you on a distant path
While I wandered through your city
A stranger to its streets
Unaware of my arrival
You found my words and raced to me
By your trusted companion
Eager for me to join your ride …
In my dreams, I saw you there
With your handsome looks, so debonair
While my long black hair did shine
We glided on the lake so fine …
It led us to a grand palace; there
We roamed like King and Queen
While you remained in silence deep
I felt a restlessness for your voice …
I cannot tell
How long I’ll dream of you
But for now, it brings me joy
To find you in my dreams …
Though you seem distant
I long for the dreams each night
Waking at dawn’s first light
Renewed, beginning
My day with you in my heart …
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Do you see dreams?
What makes you dream about a certain person?
What if you never met someone and still you see them in your dreams!
I think it’s such a poignant acceptance of the joy found in the dreams of someone dear, even as they remain a transient part of the dreams, offering solace and renewal as the day begins …
She used to be calm,
But now she’s even calmer …
She walked slowly,
But now she walks even slower …
She talked freely with the right person,
But now
She barely talks at all …
She mingled happily with her best friend,
But now
She avoids everyone …
She expressed herself openly,
But now
She keeps everything inside …
She used to dream of the stars
But now
She barely looks at the sky …
She used to dance in the rain
But now
She stays inside, dry …
She used to laugh with abandon
But now
Her smiles are rare and shy …
She used to sing her heart out
But now
Her voice is just a whisper …
She used to chase after adventures
But now
She hesitates to even try …
She used to believe in magic
But now
Her wonder seems to die …
She lost her beloved, her heart’s anchor,
Now she drifts, untethered and forlorn …
Grief has woven shadows in her days,
And joy, once bright, feels tattered and torn …
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Ya’ Aburnee/ arabic
(n.) lit. ‘may you bury me’
a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how unbearable it would be to live without them
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Have you ever felt like these for anyone?
all about nothing of sounds, spoken softly or loudly, with passion or anger …
all about nothing of jealousies, forgiveness, tears and fears …
all about nothing of the secrets whispering through the wind and the joy within …
all about nothing of opening hearts and minds headed in the magnificent magic of colors around …
all about nothing of music of the breeze, windmill, piano, and hidden in paintings …
all about nothing of gems, precious gold, silver, fruit and bushes of colorful hues …
all about nothing of writing with grace and unwritten words with day dreaming state …
all about nothing of a promise that is meant to be and not meant to be …
all about nothing of relief from each itching and holding on to a belief …
all about nothing of the reasons in wonderment and in ecstasy …
all about nothing of never to be heard and of never to be seen …
all about nothing of an angel kiss, as calming as the stars …
all about nothing of longing to be nourished and cherished …
all about nothing of reaching high and climbing mountains …
all about nothing of connection, attachments and non-attachments …
all about nothing of love and a sense of belonging …
all about nothing of a new gravity and definition …
all about nothing of fine vine yards and forest
all about nothing of desired and undesired …
all about nothing of noise and quietness …
all about nothing of facts and mystery …
all about nothing of prose and poetry …
all about nothing of cause and cure …
all about nothing of time and space …
all about nothing of weak and odds …
all about nothing of lost and found …
all about nothing of earth and sea …
all about nothing of far and near …
all about nothing of something and everything
that my breaths care as a poet all the while …
that there is all about something for everything
as becoming you, as becoming me …
As there’s no clue…
When we never knew if it were true …
We come and go, we stare and it’s comfortably warm …
And we just have nothing- it makes and remakes us whole,
When it’s all about nothing, it’s the everything
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I’m sorry if your head is exploding reading ‘all about nothing’ here!
Sometimes, things that seem meaningless or nonsensical still occur. In this world, it appears that nothing is impossible, and this has been proven time and again …
What do you think?
You say
‘I’m overwhelming’;
I don’t know
How to untangle this web of feelings …
You say,
‘Don’t be so hard on yourself;
I don’t know
How long these ache linger in my mind …
You say,
‘Deep breaths. Relax’;
I don’t know
Why my breath is fleeting and
My calm turns to fear and agony …
You say
‘Rein in your heart’;
I don’t know
What walls to build around my soul …
You say
‘Pain is inevitable’;
I don’t know
When these wounds will mend …
You say
‘I’m leaving soon;
I don’t know
Will our eyes meet ever! …
I only know
Amidst the shadows of doubt
This love remains pure …
Sanctifying me
Like a deity in devotion …
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A deep and unwavering love may persists despite uncertainty or doubt. Even when surrounded by ‘shadows of doubt’, love remain untainted and pure. Love is both a source of strength and a spiritual experience with a sense of purity and sanctity …
What do you say about it?
Have you ever experienced such love?
I was calm and then you’ve come
And the storm is dwelling inside me
Ever since …
I was a tranquil sea, still and serene
Whispering lullabies to the shore
Then your presence
Like a fierce wind
Unsettles the depths ….
See! What you’ve done to me!
Gentle ripples
Morph into crashing waves,
My heart, once a quiet harbor
Now a tempest’s playground ….
Lightning thoughts
Thundering pulses
A tempest’s eye
Restless and wild
OMG!
You’ve come,
And the calm is no more
Only the storm,
Dwelling inside me …
What should we do now?
Together
Let’s dance 💃🕺
Shall we?
It was raining so much yesterday! It makes me romantic, I think. What does rain do to you?
I hold no answers
To life’s strange query
Of this moment!
Only I find solace
In hues, in art and painting
That’s a little peace
At this moment!
At least …
Catharsis
(n.) the release of emotional tension, specially through kinds of art and music ….
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My thoughts are stars. I cannot fathom into constellations.
I love the name Roksana and Sana a lot … the meaning suggests something related to stars and then again I love the whole universe a lot too💫
Roksana/رقصنا
r(u)-ksa-na, ruk-sana\ is a variant of Roxanne(Persian), and the meaning, literally is ‘Luminous Beauty’, nd loosely ‘The Dawn’
Sana/سناء/साना
means ‘radiance’ in Arabic. From Hindi origins, Sana means ‘to gleam’ or ‘to shine’✨ The name reminds them to never dim their light. It translates to ‘brilliant’ and ‘praise’ also
However, some call me Ruksana (رقصنا) as pronounced in Arabic language. My family and my few school friends call me by my other nickname from my childhood which I don’t adore much, so I don’t use at all … I prefer introducing myself as ‘Roksana Amelia’ …
‘Sana’ is a cute sweet name that I’ve recently grown to love, and someone said that it’s a cute little name just like me, (that made me happy) and often I wish to keep it as my beloved nickname …
And there my artist name is Roksana Amelia. I took the name Amelia from Amelia Earhart, one of the most famous American pilots. She is the first woman to fly solo and nonstop across the United States, among other accomplishments. One day I watched ‘Amelia’ – a biographical film based on her life, and I was so inspired and during that phase of the Pandemic 2020, I started my painting journey, and I felt it’s something that I really love- and it seems like impossible also. There I found inspiration from the film Amelia, and I snapped it in my mind to use as an artist, So that’s the inspiration behind Roksana Amelia. And I mentioned it in the brochure of my first painting exhibition …
Amelia/ ə-MEE-lee-ə
a name perfectly suited to them who approach life with a desire to do their best
My name carries various meanings for different people. I’ve been told it is beautiful. I’ve come to understand that names carry certain expectations, and with a name like Roksana Amelia, people might anticipate someone both distant and distinct …
What matters most is what my name means to me. It took me years to understand that a name can be both a source of alienation and belonging. Having a unique name as a child often meant trying to fit in while feeling different. I loved the name Roksana a lot, then I remember wishing my nickname were different, a short cute name instead of the nickname that I’ve for years. Though I understand that my family and friends love the ‘me’ behind the name they call me, not just the name itself.
And I’ve been given some cute names by my nieces and nephews. My littlest nephews call me Aunt Amy and other elder nephews call me Shimmer, Shimama, Shimapata😊. My father adorably calls me ‘Ma Shi Ma’. Some call me RA, Rok as well- and I understand that they shorten the name to express their love and care through those names. And I wear Hijab🧕🏻, so I’m sometimes Ninja. In the past, if anyone called me Roksy, I would politely say, “Please, do not call me by that name.” However, I’ve fallen in love with this name, mainly because of the affection I receive when it is used. It’s interesting how a name you once disliked can grow on you due to the way others cherish it. Eventually, it starts to carry a sense of grandeur and significance of its own.
It’s only in my adulthood that I began to understand the significance of my name. I encourage any new people to call me as Roksana. I think I have embraced the meaning of this name quite gracefully, wearing it with pride to honor, celebrate and respect whoever I’m with it …
Tell me, who are you with your name?
Or tell me, if people say, ‘What’s in a name? A name is a name is just a name’, what would you say to them?
Saying ‘I love you’ doesn’t suffice …
I need to say, ‘I love you immensely’ …
Only then does my heart overflow with joy-
Ethereal and divine …
Nepal, I will always remember you. The experience was so surreal, it delved deep into my heart, making my soul feel the innocent emotions and pain more profoundly that I never imagined I would feel …
Wherever I went, I sensed the presence and warmth of a far away land; I feel that presence flowing through the bloodstreams of my heart. I long for the warmth, fully aware that I am that warmth; to meet the one and merge into unity, to grasp another’s essence within my soul, to see myself reflected in the light of my soulmate. I keep searching only to realize that this beautiful quest is what makes my journey so special. Once the search is over, I will be in eternal despair … So, isn’t this better?
Visiting the mandirs, temples, and stupas made the experience even more fascinated, as I never forgot to pray there. This is quite unusual for me, and I’m not exaggerating, even if it might sound that way …
I realize I love the life I lead, mainly because of my childlike curiosity, carefree nature, sense of humour, deep emotions, enthusiasm, hopefulness, creativity and the immense attraction I feel for the Mother Nature that’s innate in my heart, and the special love that comes from my little heart is the one that meets with The One who roots me with this knowledge that
I’m nothing and everything;
I’m attached and detached;
I’m wild and I’m calm;
I’m possessive and sacred;
Anyways, after the Nepal trip, I’m a bit under the weather from unknown allergies. Moreover I mistakenly attempted some crazy yoga asanas 🧘 on my own to celebrate International Yoga Day (ha ha ha). It wasn’t the wisest decision, but trust me, all my decisions are good ones so far! You just don’t know it yet. Perspective and time matter…
Keep sending good energy and blessings on my way. Keep Sana in prayers!
Namaste/ नमस्ते
Peace/ سلام
I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn’t exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It’s beautiful and doomed.
In my heart, you fit …
Piece of love, complete …
Humepenthe/ made up
(n.) someone who makes you forget your pain and sorrow; someone with whom you forget all your worries ….
Eid Mubarak to you All …
I’m taking a trip in Nepal now! So today on Eid Day, I went to the Australian Base Camp; It’s about 2100 meter above sea level to the north Pokhara in Annapurna region of Nepal. It was such an amazing experience. I always know I’m a child of nature …
My me-time would be about being in and around nature …
Nature is wild, unpredictable yet beautiful, caring, and selfless!
So you are!
To me …
Wishing you good health, happiness and peace in heart. Ameen
So I smiled at me
During my downtime,
When the world became quiet
And the noise of the day
Faded into the soft hum
Of my own thoughts …
I found a comfort
In the echo of silence …
In the reflection of my heart,
In the gentle nod of self-acceptance,
Knowing that in the stillness,
I am enough …
I found myself
In a moment of confusion,
Flickering like nearby, distant stars…
Leaving me
To wonder,
To ponder
The newly discovered
Myself and serendipity …
Ah!
That haze in the spark …
That whisper of confusion …
And of uncertainty …
There is a path
For me …
A chance
To see, to know, to be …
So I smile
More during my downtime,
When the world becomes quiet
And the noise of the day
Fades into the soft hum
Of my own thoughts …
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Jijivisha/ hindi / sanskrit
(n.) jijivisha is the intense desire to live (or continue living) in the highest sense of being … it is ‘the will to live’ … It is a powerful force that drives us to keep going, even when things are tough. It is the spark of life that keeps us fighting for another day
Dear You,
How strange you are, a mystery so deep
In shadows you wander, where secrets sleep …
A riddle unsolved, a dream that won’t fade
In the realm of the unknown, your presence is made ….
I missed you
As I woke up in the morning and went to my little garden, I felt your absence deeply …
I missed you
When I saw the fallen leaves and petals from my Kamini flower plants, thinking, ‘If I fall like that, would you understand?’
I missed you
When I ate fruits and nuts and remembered you drinking warm water in the morning …
I missed you
When I held my book, ‘Married to Bhutan,’ but couldn’t bring myself to read it …
I missed you
While watching the film ‘A Time Called You’ as its story revolves around the lover’s rebirth …
I missed you
As you often would say to me, ‘You’re forgetful’ and here I do not know why you’ve forgotten me! …
I missed you
In that moment, feeling a deep sadness, knowing you’ve left forever, and wondering, ‘Why can’t I get him out of my mind?’
I missed you
When I remembered our laughter and heard someone call me by the name you gave me and tears fell from my eyes …
Suddenly, out of nowhere, a terrible emptiness filled my heart, and I asked myself, ‘Why does it hurt so much?’
Then I realized,
‘I miss you so much’…
As I’m left like the remains of all the things left unsaid with you …
Roksana Tales 