In the most vulnerable moment As I painted these magnolias I felt the quiet plea for understanding ….
Breathing peace, calm and mindfulness Into each gentle stroke, I imagined a mind in turmoil Needing patience more than correction …
That’s a healing feeling To meet another’s struggle with still hands and an open heart As if cradling a flower that blooms differently, but no less beautifully …
As I painted the magnolia in watercolor in midst of the most vulnerable part of my life, I felt it to my core and each petal reminded me of how delicate and unique every person is, specially those living with mental challenges.
This artwork and poem are a reminder to approach others with patience, gentleness, and empathy, just as we would care for a blooming flower
Can we learn to hold each other with that same tenderness?
Also, what is the true meaning for empathy to you? What actions can we take for being a true empathetic human being?
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?
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 ….
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
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
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 …
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 …
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
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 …
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 ….
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 …
Wonderwall (n.) someone you can’t stop yourself thinking about all the time; the person you’re completely infatuated with …
According to Gallagher, Wonderwall‘ describes ‘an imaginary friend who’s gonna come and save you from yourself; a source of support and strength; a soulmate …
Most days, when it’s Friday, I remember that on such one Friday I entered his city, and he didn’t show up …
Do you know what I was thinking when I stepped out of the airport? I never been to this airport and unfortunately I was going to stay only the night at his city ….
Our hotel cars were outside the airport. We girls got into the cars and the car was passing through the airport road to get to the city centre … the full moon was racing with us, I was watching it through the car window …with my wandering heartbeats on …
I wanted to believe that he will be there to surprise me. So without any contact with him, I was still hoping that I may see him in there at the hotel lobby and for that I was feeling a bit nervous, ‘What if he actually comes!? Should I go outside to grab coffee with him as he wanted to take me out for a coffee, or should I ask him to have dinner at the hotel restaurant as it was already late because of the delayed flight. We won’t get time for a coffee break somewhere else.’ – to be honest I was feeling very nervous too. And more importantly, I needed to give him the gifts that I’ve been carrying throughout my whole trip,… So I needed to unpack my luggage!”
“Oh no! That would be a mess!” – I was thinking about all these in my mind …
Then we reached the hotel. The lobby was normal with less people. I looked around a little bit more. “Was there any face that was searching someone?” – I was looking here and there and was thinking about this – “Oh! better if he doesn’t come now.” As if I can recognise him. I never saw him even. How stupid and pathetic I was! I was thinking, ‘I want to freshen up first and then I’ll be coming down again for dinner, and may be by that time he would come and I may offer him dinner Dosa at the hotel restaurant’ … I still can’t believe that I was thinking all of these even without any confirmation from him to meet me here! Feeling too much angry at myself ….
However, after the hotel formalities were done, we went up to our room and then I came down with my travel mate and by that time I grew a feeling of no expectation that he would come. ‘If I expect, it’s going to hurt me. It’s alright’ – I was thinking to make myself feel better and now I’m waiting for my dosa with an expectation of having a good dinner, because I was so hungry by that time through so many things and all of these unsure traumas …
Unfortunately -A delayed flight disappointed me … -‘He’ disappointed me (He didn’t come. He didn’t confirm he would come though. Still I felt disappointed as if it’s all his fault…. ) -Dosa disappointed me (I was so hungry and I was craving dosa, but it was a disaster)
Now what?
A dilemma …
To keep or not to keep the gift packet at the reception desk!
My poor little handmade gifts for him, and few other things – should I keep my gift packet for him to pick later on when he gets to know that I was at his city and about all of these!
Poor me and my surprise gifts!
Wish he would know how brave it was for me to accept his coffee date for sometime in the middle of the night …
It won’t make sense if he never comes and by that time I started having headaches. I must sleep for sometime, and so I did, having a medicine …
It was 3 AM in the morning, again our cars were on the road of his city to reach the airport. This time I took some videos of the road as a memory of the city.
Long ago when the young girl in me visited this city, she was a carefree young girl who didnt know what does disappointment means! At that time she treasured the memory of visiting the famous amusement park with her siblings – it was full of fun, laughter and pure innocent joy. That time she left the city with delightful memories.
Now she’s leaving the city with the gift she so lovingly brought here for someone she never met before, but whom she thought she knew for a long time ….
This time she was innocent too, as her feelings were so deep and true, but she didn’t understand why she would be disappointed for someone who didn’t even know about the gifts she’s been carrying for him.
But for what reason, she was upset – she didn’t understand though she’s not a carefree young girl anymore …
But she was upset, confused and disoriented because now she was carrying the gifts to bring back home and carrying a strange unknown heart leaving a bit of her heart in this dark city!
Dark, because she entered it with a strange unknown feeling and it was nighttime though the moon was there (a relief to my eyes) and dark, because her heart was broken for a completely unknown, strange, unspecified reason so she was in denial for long …
It was a Friday night entering his city and on the morning of Saturday my flight took off from his city …
So on Fridays, most times it reminds me of that Friday when I was in his city, and he didn’t show up …
It’s a long post. I’m sorry for that. If you’ve read the whole story, thank you and tell me if you’ve ever felt the same? Or any instance that you might have felt ….
And came to school the next day and she came to my desk room to see me. She was standing at the doorstep and she called me softly,
‘Miss’ …..
I looked at her, and got up from my desk and went closer to the doorstep and touching her soft cheek, I said,
‘Hello Mumma! How’re you sweety? You were absent yesterday. I heard that you had toothache. How’s your toothache now?
I was saying all these to her at a go …
And she said to me ‘Did you miss me?’ with such deep affectionate look at me and with a softer voice that it almost melted my heart with pure bliss …
It was so heartwarming, I immediately gave her a hug and said, ‘Of course, I missed you dear. I missed you so much.’
It seemed she felt good to hear those words for her and then she hugged me for a few seconds and smiled ….
And then she noticed my buddy taping fingers
‘What happened?’ – serious concerns with full of innocent sympathy
‘It just was an accident my dear.’ I answered.
‘Is this hurting you?’ She couldn’t get it what’s that!
‘Well, yes! A little’ ….
‘How did it happen?’ – asked like an adult as if she would understand the whole situation …
She kissed my buddy taping and asked me, ‘Should I draw something on your bandage? So it’ll be cured faster.’
‘Oh dear! Really? You can draw of course.’
Then she brought out her special colour box and said to me, ‘I want to use the colors that you prefer today. Cause it’s your bandage on your hand.”
Then I chose some colors, pink, purple, green yellow …
She drew this one. She drew a heart, a flower …. For me ….
She asked me, ‘Did you like it?
I know you all know what my answer was to her …
Now you tell me, ‘Do you like this Little Joy’?’
Do you value such little joy in your life?
How sometimes we get someone’s affection and we don’t even notice ….
How sometimes you know that you’re someone special in someone’s heart, and yet you do not care much or ignore or you take that for granted …
How often we do not acknowledge these little joys of life …
Often I do find these ‘Little Joy’ moments in my life and I value them deeply. I believe life is made up of these little moments, precious memories, vulnerability and love that all add up to create a big canvas of your life. We should know that the bigger picture cannot be made without all the small moments that bring it all together. So
‘I hope you find, as I did, that happiness comes from noticing and enjoying the little things in life’
Humepenthe/ made up (n.) someone who makes you forget er your pain and sorrow; someone with whom you forget all your worries ….
Humepenthe is a made up word (@cosmosbyrudra) made with combination of human + nepenthe which human form of a drug which was given to people to forget or lessen their pain and suffering in ancient time ….
The shadow cast On that starless skies, Where murmurs linger, Subdued goodbyes … A tune of melancholy’s song, In thy heart where echoes long …
Oh this melancholy, My silent guest, A tear-stained story, unspoken, and so blessed The weight of contemplation In shades of gray, In twilight hours, grips its sway …
A canvas painted with dull hues, A whirlwind of memories, tattered and bruised … Through hazy veils of nostalgic dreams, The world in silent sadness gleams …
A poet’s pen on pages bare, Twisted verses of a sincere prayer … Thy melancholy’s tender art, Nothing but a symphony of hurting heart …
Yet, in the depth of still despair, Belongs a beauty, rare and fair … A gentle solace for the mind In the shadow of the ancient find …
So let the tears of misery flow Like mists on a window’s glow … For in melancholy’s gentle grace There lies a balm for life’s embrace …
A man doesn’t need brilliance or genius, all he needs is energy
Albert M. Greenfield
Keep a little place, Like a little ‘zen zone’ for yourself Have a cup of coffee there … Do some mindful drawings … Read some books … Write some poetry, musings, or something philosophical … Or do nothing … In midst of strangers It can become a little mindful meditation With every sip of bliss ….
Keep a little ‘zen zone’ For you Feel the crave to be there And come here when you need to be …. But before you leave Define how you prioritise yourself Over every other things …. And do not make it an easy place Where you can find an escape Whenever you feel like … Rather make it special As you would make any other thing special And keep it as sacred as It’s supposed to be for creating Little ‘Zen Zone’ for yourself ….
Here’s one of my little ‘Zen Zone’ … Where’s your little ‘Zen’ Zone’ place?
Zen Zone “Your introvert zen zone is an area where your senses need to be soothed by their surroundings — the key word being “zen.” For instance, you should be able to practice mindfulness meditation there if you wish.”
Ma Belle! Live upon the moonlit skies, The place of hope and butterflies …. Be well pleased with your passionate eyes; Be right there…. And stare at the Gods with proud gaze Be praised and praise …
Ma Belle! You roundly speaker, When you see any betrayal, Don’t you shed tears ….. You get going, keeping head high Without any fear …
Ma Belle! Let all the new faces play, With the tricks they sure will; Let all those pass away… You be calm, quiet and still; If these be right Of day and night, You be chilled and chill.
Ma Belle! Those images that may Gather all the talk of doom, But you think not of a single evil chance; Play out all of your dream so fair, With the host of the air You be heard and hear and dance …
Ma Belle! Until imagination brought It was only a thought, But keep your integrity … Let it be for what it is; They were dead and of a different kind, You be weighed lightly and just don’t mind …
Ma Belle! Pull down the blinds in pride, You be in your country-side; Where the sky falls kissing the earth, On the balance of the wind….. You take a lovely ride Like a new smiling bride ….
Ma Belle! My sweet little Belle! You be known for the care you give And discover the forgotten truth; Your heart is your heart what it should be, That hasn’t changed in years from youth …
Without solitude, Love will not stay long by your side.
Because Love needs to rest, so that it can journey through the heavens and reveal itself in other forms.
Without solitude, no plant or animal can survive, no soil can remain productive, no child can learn about life, no artist can create, no work can grow and be transformed.
Solitude is not the absence of Love, but its complement.
Solitude is not the absence of company, but the moment when our soul is free to speak to us and help us decide what to do with our life.
Therefore, blessed are those who do not fear solitude, who are not afraid of their own company, who are not always desperately looking for something to do, something to amuse themselves with, something to judge.
If you are never alone, you cannot know yourself.
And if you do not know yourself, you will begin to fear the void.
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