Constellations

My thoughts are stars. I cannot fathom into constellations.

The Fault in Our Stars – John Green

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?

#roksanatales

La Vie Est Belle

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 …

#roksanatales

Tu hai toh – muskurate hai

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

Humepenthe

In my heart, you fit …
Piece of love, complete …

#roksanatales

child of nature; wild, unpredictable yet beautiful, caring and selfless

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

Jijivisha

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 …

#roksanatales

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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

Missing You

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 …

#roksanatales

Aching Heart

You don’t have to say a word to her
She understands
She’s a shadow fading in your light …

Is she
A whisper lost in the wind?
Meaningless, invisible?
Insignificant?
She might be …

To you

She’s a foolish heart
Sensitive to the way of the world
Bruised by the coldness of yours …
Her emotions, raw and exposed

How can she feel so broken
Lost and unhappy?
It’s a mystery to her own self!

Stupidity, they call it
For feeling too deeply …
For caring too much …
For believing so easily …
For loving unconditionally …
But even in her aching heart,
She remains
A delicate soul in a world too rough …

#roksanatales

Being Strong

I believe in being strong,
A pillar amidst the chaos, unyielding and fierce …

#roksanatales

Frozen moments tell half-truths

Interestingly I was very heartbroken just before taking this picture but after all the tantrums and tears from being over emotional that I’m, I walked by the sea shore, picked up some seashells and talked with just some kids playing on the beach, and only after doing all these, my tantrums were over and I started to feel beautiful, and smiling again …

Oh! The trauma of watching me in tears is always a little scary thing to the people who love me because I’m ugly in tears. Some look still so beautiful in tears, don’t you think so?

However, in my case I feel it’s more important for me that everyone knows that I’m still so much more than all the emotional baggage I carry from time to time and more than all the bad things that I might have been facing myself … .

By the way, it was a very silly matter for which I was being emotional fiercely 🥷🏻

Feeling things fiercely is not a bad thing, right?

#roksanatales

I Am Never Not Thinking of You

Between my
Breaths and heartbeats
Your name echoes
Always in my mind …
In the morning light
In the depths of night
You are always in my thoughts …

Every fleeting second
Every whispered breeze
Carries a piece of you …
If you ever forget
If doubts ever cloud your mind
Know this truth:
I am never not thinking of you …
For you’re my constant muse …

#roksanatales

till forever falls apart …

and if the sky falls from heaven above
oh, i know i had the best time falling into love
we’ve been living on a fault line
and for a while, you were all mine
i’ve spent a lifetime giving you my heart
i swear that i’ll be yours forever till forever falls apart’ …

this whole video just makes me so happy …

the free flowing dance, music, lyrics, and the wind in it ….

thought to share with you …

till forever falls apart

how it’s more important to have had the chance to love than to stay in love ….

isn’t it beautiful?

tell me …

I Have a Fondness …

I have a fondness for breaking apart
A fascination with the fragile
The delicate dance of hearts
Walking unsteadily on the edge …
In love …

I have a fondness for breaking apart
At times it seems
Love’s other name is
Broken hearts …
An echo of longing …
A symphony of cracks …

I have a fondness for breaking apart
In love, I find
A beauty in the fracture,
In the spaces …
Where light seeps through the wounds
Where the raw and the real collide
In a blaze of truth and tenderness …

I have a fondness for breaking apart
It’s a mosaic of
Shattered dreams
Pieced together with hope …
A courage of feeling
The audacity of connection …

I have a fondness
For the breaking …
For the way love demands vulnerability …
For the way it strips us bare …
For the way all its flaws are revealed
I have a fondness
For my unguarded heart
Breaking apart …

For in the breaking,
We find the depth of love
The resilience of the beautiful soul …
The beauty of a heart
That dares to love
Even knowing it might break …
That’s how I have a fondness
For breaking apart …

#roksanatales

Love

You ask about my love
How deep it is for you …
And the extent of my affection …

My feelings are genuine
And my love is sincere
The moon symbolizes my love …

So tender was the kiss
That touched my heart
Such deep affection
Makes me yearn for you …

You ask about my love
How deep it is for you …
Reflect on this
And gaze above
The moon symbolizes my heart …

#roksanatales

Srinagar, Kashmir

Tea or Coffee

You love tea
I love coffee
Each sip, a story
Each cup, a journey …

Your mornings start
With delicate leaves
Unfolding in warmth
A ritual of peace …

Yours and mine!

Mine begin
With bold beans
Ground into essence
A rush of energy …

Together
We blend flavors
Contrasts harmonize
Creating a beautiful combo …

Yours with mine!

In your serenity
I find calm
In my vigor
You find spark …

Two worlds
Two cups
One shared moment
A beautiful combo …

Mine with yours!

#roksanatales

Do you prefer tea or coffee?

How did you celebrate International Tea Day?

Tell your tea/ coffee story (if any) …

A Young Heart and Taj Mahal

A tender heart treads softly
There at Taj Mahal …
And the marble gleams bright
On her …
As she wears a young love –
Endlessly searching through timeless steps …

#roksanatales

Suddenly, I can’t quite understand why I wanted those shoes so much …

I still love the shoes I wore that day, and I remember the feeling of walking around in it. It was our first trip abroad—just the three sisters, our brother, and our parents. We sisters were fond of this type of Lehenga, which was very popular at the time. So, I chose one and matched it with the perfect shoe. We bought these in Kolkata (Calcutta) and traveled from there to Delhi, then Agra, Jaipur, and other places.

On that day, we chose to wear this attire specifically for our visit to the Taj Mahal. It was such a beautiful day—I still remember it vividly. We got ready to see the Taj Mahal in person, wearing our special outfits. My jewelry consisted only of earrings and a watch. In our youth, we didn’t need any makeup, and we three sisters looked stunning in our attire. I still remember how much my father loved our outfits and took great care of us. He made sure we all took pictures in front of the Taj just like this.

Needless to say, I felt incredibly elegant in my own skin—beautiful, serene, warm, and quiet.

I was a very quiet girl back then—so quiet that my close ones used to call me ‘Dead Beauty.’

However, I wish to visit Taj again ..

Do you wish to visit with me?

An Old Soul

It took me quite a while
To understand
That I belong
To the creative world of words ….
Photography holds an undefined attraction,
And painting is a healing journey
For my soul …

A soul that travels
Through the tests and trials
Of my ancestors,
Who endured so much in life.
They emerged from vulnerability,
An innate resilience
Passed down through generations,
Now alive within me …

#roksanatales

It might sound quite vulnerable and it’s okay with me. I think I’ve inherited vulnerability from my maternal grandmother. I love her so much and lately

I’ve realized this strange feeling that who I choose to be has nothing to do with how others perceive me. I am under no obligation to let their version of me become the story I tell myself and create it my way ….

Be light and bright 🥰✨🔆☀️

Smile plz

Pondering

In puzzled ponder, a name I’ve heard
Though “Roksana” my soul preferred …
Yet as time passed by
A fondness did arise
Love’s influence moves my heart …
Let the name be my tender song
In love’s embrace, I truly belong …

#roksanatales

Quiet Contemplation

Your absence has gone through me, like thread through a needle.

Everything I do is stitched with its color.”

Separation by W.S. Merwin

The Way of Rest

You cannot save anyone. You can be present with them, offer your groundedness, your sanity, your peace. You can even share your path with them, offer your perspective. But you cannot take away their pain. You cannot walk their path for them. You cannot give answers that are right for them, or even answers they can digest right now. They will have to find their own answers.

Jeff Foster

Nan Nikkeoya

My thoughts are scattered …
Oh dear!

Restless I feel …
My heart aches deeply …
He captivates my heart …

My thoughts are scattered …
Right now …
Oh dear!
I continually shatter my heart,
Dispersing its fragments
Until they touch
The depths of your being,
My beloved …

#roksanatales

C’est la vie

My Dear,
It’s likely that as you were writing to me, I was walking back home from work, taking in the beauty of the flowers in my charming neighborhood …

I adore my neighborhood. The scenery is incredibly captivating with its tall trees and beautiful blossoming flowers. I frequently opt to walk home from work, as it’s only 850-1000 steps from my workplace to my home …

So, what I was saying about my neighborhood!

I really admire the shade under the tall trees and enjoy watching the breeze rustle through the colorful bougainvillea. It’s lovely to see people walking along the footpath and enjoying their time. As I passed by the mosque, I noticed people seeking relief from the scorching heat under the trees in front of the mosque. I adore the vibrant colors, the fragrant scents, and the sense of simplicity in that scene.

It was scorching heat outside. And there I found myself embracing the warmth of the surroundings. There was refreshing cool breeze and thoughts of you. It may sound unbelievable, but it’s the truth. Your presence in my thoughts remains unwavering amidst the whirlwind of life’s events. Please, believe that.

So, where was I? I was expressing my fondness for the delightful, blossoming, shady path in my neighborhood and how much I’m fond of you …

Today I took a break from work as I was feeling an intermittent cramping in my abdomen. Some rest will help me feel better. However,. Sudden leave from work leads me to think, “How can I best utilize this extra time at home?” Swiftly, I begin mentally compiling a to-do list. Eventually, I decided to walk back home…

While returning, I found myself feeling happy to see these blossoms and greens. The outside heat was too strong but I cared less and I continued walking, intermittently pausing to capture photographs.

I returned home and checked my email once again. I was so surprised to receive your mail. This news brightened my day so much that now I feel inspired to spend the next few hours painting.

I find great pleasure in painting when my heart is filled with happiness and I was very happy to read your mail. 

Your words and painting will grace my own solitude for today, now and here. 

Do you enjoy solitude?

I eagerly await your response to my somewhat poetic emails.

Have a peaceful, wonderful, blissful day!

Yours truly,
^^

#roksanatales

Do you enjoy solitude?

C’est la vie means ‘That’s life’ 😊

Immersed

There once was a curious soul
Wondering how your days roll
What activities fill your time …
It’s something she often wonders about …
Completely immersed in the moment

#roksanatales

When I’m happy, either I sing or I paint. when I’m very happy I do both 😊

What do you do when you’re happy or very happy?

I Read It As

A university degree, four books, and hundreds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading, You write to me “good morning” and I read it as, “I love you” …

Mahmoud Darwish

Finding Joy

Desires unmet, dreams fade
Yet, gratitude fills the heart
Finding joy in what we have …

#roksanatales

Discovering happiness doesn’t always involve fulfilling your desires.; it’s about cherishing what you already possess and expressing gratitude for it …

Finding Joy in life’s simple yet priceless pleasures, like

-relishing solitude at home
-preparing homemade meals
-writing letters in such era of emojis and instant messaging
-engaging in agenda less conversations with loved ones
-spreading joy with smiles and laughter
-lighting fragrant candles
-tending to plants, and
-expressing ‘I love you’ selflessly and unconditionally
-coming back to home by walking and appreciating the friendly neighbourhood and the beautiful surroundings with greenery and flower blossoming

And many more of such things ….

Please do share some of your small moments in which you find joy ….

A Letter to Beloved

Can you perceive
An unseen bond between us?
It ties us together; trust it, my love …
It’s invisible, yet unmistakably sensed
Certainly by me …
Do you not sense it as well?
A connection surpassing time and distance…
Ours is an endless bond
Our eternal, cherished blessing …

Through moments fleeting and forever
The thread weaves its way …
Stretching, sometimes tangling,
Yet resilient, unyielding …
As time, as it is infinite, it will stay …

Oh, my beloved, my dear …
Please pardon me, the mistake was mine
Throughout the moments we shared
And the clarity we’ve known …
It took me a while
To fully understand your essence …

Now I know
This love endures, and
Time, place, circumstance may shift,
This love is unbroken, my constant uplift …

#roksanatales

Cherish caring hearts; love’s true wealth …

I’m uncertain if the title fits these verses. Do you have a suggestion?

^^

In English We Say

In English we simply say
“I love you” …

In poetry we say
There’s a phrase that’s forever in view …
With a heart full of glee
It’s easy to see
That phrase, my dear, is “I love you!” …

#roksanatales

The Poetry in That Girl

I reconnected with that girl anew –
Who once embraced life fully …
Who danced with every step and radiated joy
Whose eyes were some sunflowers, blooming
And whose soul ignited fireworks, dazzling …

I played music for that girl again …
In hopes that its melody would ignite her spirit within
Creating a haven for her to emerge from the shadows
And dance once more under the stars …

Knowing that she would find solace within these moments
With each sunset painted in hues of gold
And each gentle breeze whispering
Through the trees ….
I hoped to create a sanctuary where she could feel safe enough to reveal herself once again …

Deep within, I felt her presence stirring,
A flicker of recognition amidst the silence …
Longing for my kindness and effort that shimmered with possibility
I vowed to nurture her return
To guide her back into the light
Where she rightfully belonged ..
She belonged to the poetry within her …

#roksanatales

Little Roksana

The pic is from the archive of memories of a young girl; another of her mirror image. She was travelling by train, from Kolkata to Delhi ….

It was an amazing journey!

Gunnen

On this day, he reflected, “I recall she used to attend her prayers for Jumma day.” …

On this day, she reminisced, “I recall he would probably meet the girl.” …

Today, he worried, “She has been feeling a bit unwell. Will she still be able to go to the mosque for her prayers? Perhaps she should rest today. Will she ever heed my advice?” …

Today, she pondered, “When will he meet the girl? Will it be in the evening? That would be preferable. It’s quite hot outside today; they might not feel comfortable meeting in such humidity. I hope their meeting goes well.” …

Despite feeling unwell again, she went to the mosque for Jumma prayer, then in the evening she prayed for him before falling asleep …

In the evening, he met the girl, and they enjoyed their time together, discussing their future life …

Throughout all this time, they remember their memories,
Yet they never announce their presence,
Simply flowing directly into their hearts …

#roksanatales


I appreciate your prayers for me.

Tell me if there’s anything else you wish to put in this story ….

Gunnen/ dutch
(n.) to find happiness in someone else’s happiness because that’s how much you love them …

Wanderer

His presence lingers always
In thoughts, he resides …

#roksanatales

When will I be able to let go of the enchanting pull of Kashmir, with its grand mountains and stunning scenery? I believe I’m entirely in love with it.

Discovering happiness and serenity along the path and journey ….

Have you ever visited a place that lingers in your mind long after you’ve left?