I haven’t met you
I haven’t seen you
But often I feel a home in you …
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Where the glacier meets the sky, the land ceases to be earthly, and the earth becomes one with the heavens; no sorrows live there anymore, and therefore joy is not necessary; beauty alone reigns there, beyond all demands”-
Halldór Laxness
A Postcard from Kashmir
I dreamt of walking
On mountains
And
I dreamt of meeting
You ….
Here I’m walking
On the lands of magical mountains …
High above the crowds and the clouds,
Under the ancient pine trees
I’m in its close embrace ..
Surrendering to the magnificence …
Believe, I could see nothing
In the thread of mist
Caressing the wind
Everywhere I see
You …
Only you …
Heart full of gratitude for this gift of being alive to see the magnificent heavenly beauty by The Divine.
Kashmir, Heaven on Earth
I was waiting
For you
And you didn’t show up
while my odes started to burn …
A heartache …
After a while,
There a humble person came along ..
Seemed so at the moment …
I asked him to take a picture of me and
There I sat at the corner of a bench
In the garden …
Took some time to
Get my mood toned
Up my unsettled face …
There the man waited patiently …
A gentleman ….
Once it’s all set yet unsteady
As I was,
I heard the man said, ‘Ready?’
Twinkled at him and said, ‘Yes’
Smiling …
With the chilly breeze that was
Passing through
I preferred my warm
Jacket kept aside
And my heavy heart smile
For the warmth I needed ….
A harmony ….
Later on I welcomed a friendly
Conversation with the stranger
He seemed to like all of it …
My chitter-chattering
And laughter flowed freely, naturally …
Then we started walking
In the garden, blooming all around
An attachment ….
The balance was the two umbrellas
For each of us,
His violet, mine yellow one
We were walking and talking
Keeping the in-between distance mindfully yet our heart-felt notions were quietly replaying …
The undefined mysteries of the world, meanwhile …
Letting love in our heart, unknowingly …
After a while, we faded into our different paths
Just two strangers with memories
A detachment ….
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Tell me, what is that one odd yet beautiful encounter you experienced in your lifetime?
In the stillness of the lake
As I keep still,
I sense you
I sense a feeling of warmth
Flowing inside me …
I sense a reflection of you
Residing inside me …
So beautiful and mesmerising …
Then
I sense the strength to move along
In various ups and downs of life
With you and you only …
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Midst the silence of the valley
As I walk through
I feel
My hurt inside is too loud …
Midst the silence of the valley
As I walk through
I feel
I’ll never ever forget you …
Midst the silence of the valley
As I walk through
I feel
I just don’t want to let you go
But inside I know I must …
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Is a reflection of you
A mirror of a beautiful reflection of me?
Or
A reflection of you
Is nothing but a beautiful reflection of me.
Soft yellow breeze …
Sweetness surrounds …
Such tenderness …
Yet a melancholy mood …
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If you’re silent,
I know in silence you say more …
If I’m silent, then it’s not that
I don’t want to know about you …
If I’m silent, then it’s not that
I don’t feel what happens to you …
If I’m silent, then it’s not that
I don’t remember you …
If I’m silent, then it’s not that
I don’t care about you …
If I’m silent, then it’s not that
I don’t miss you …
If I’m silent, then it’s not that
I don’t love you …
I miss you
I know you
I care for you
I remember you
I feel for you
I love you
Always …
I know it’s strange
But I do adore you as you are …
And it doesn’t matter
If we live far away from
Each other …
I know it’s strange
That I don’t know about you,
And I didn’t see this coming
But it doesn’t matter
If I constantly long for you
hopelessly …
I know it’s strange
But I love you way too much
And it doesn’t matter
If you can’t prevent me
From loving you forever …
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The dawn was breaking
You looked at me
I looked at you
The place was a haunting one
The light was shining
And
You and I collide
Yet we never kissed …
You never touched my face …
What could I say?
What could I do?
There I stood, unknowing
What’s happening
In a world full of billions
There were you
Mixed with all of the chaos
Inside and Out
At that very moment
I somehow felt
You and I collide
For a reason …
When
The dawn was breaking
You looked at me
I looked at you
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In the long echoing life
Two young mind
Found an element so fine
Like red wine
And sharpened their last breath
Through the long echoing death ….
The pair loved many years
Endured life what God gave them
Asked for them no second best
And celebrated life with no other but the rest
In the long long echoing life
Through the long echoing death …
Both loved the strange thoughts
Not so sober for the sober though;
Yet knew how to laugh, weep and go
And all the living mock
Drank the sweet extremity of their passion rough
In the long echoing life
Through the long long echoing death …
The woman talked to make up solitudes
Sounded almost like a pretty autumn time
Blossoming and falling into a bursting rhyme
The man knew this beautiful woman-soul
And was pleased to see her gorgeous look
And dared enough to make her whole
In their long echoing life
Through their long echoing death …
Traveled many moons
The two mesmerising soul
Through the days of their young and old
Almost shared all the neighbouring mind
Emptied the cage and let the cage bird fly being so kind
‘Fifty years’, the woman counted
‘Fifty sweet years’, the man whispered
Their love broods
Still in the long echoing life
Still through the long echoing death.
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Did you give Jaduu Ki Jhappi to her today?
Jaduu Ki Jhappi means Magical Hug.
This hug is so powerful that it’s given so tightly, yet so tenderly with all the care and affection that one feels for another, that it itself makes a whole lot difference without saying much words and you both deserve this Jaduu Ki Jhappi always.
Never miss to give it when your beloved needs it; Never hesitate to ask for it when you need it from her, your lover, your best friend …
Your Jaduu Ki Jhappi means the world to her, remember that.
Love your beloved like you never take her for granted, scold her if she is not taking care of her, pamper her like a little girl, protect her as you are her only bodyguard, hold her like you will never let her go❤️ –
“Jaduu Ki Jhappi” says all of these and more to the lovers …
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So tell me
Have you given Jaduu Ki Jhappi to your beloved today?
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Come and let me embrace you
With the colorful memories,
Rooted in our hearts
That we owe to ourselves ….
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#roksanatales
#JianBirdCreates
#JianBirdGallery❄️
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Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.
– Kahlil Gibran
What do you think?
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A cup of coffee with a friend,
Is like happiness tasted and time well-spent.
And then a toast to us,
May we find many reasons to smile together.
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How do you experience ‘Happiness Tasted’?
That may very well be a good thing, but I am curious, you know.
She asked him a stupid question …
He kept himself quiet saying nothing …
In the nothingness of this silence she felt embarrassed …
But never ever embarrassment felt so good to her.
What was the question by the way? ☺️
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Each flower reflects God’s perfect glory,
Quietly drifting along the wondrous things around;
Though unfinished it seems,
There is magic
In its vibrant colours!
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How vibrant are you in reflecting your magic around?
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#roksanatales
#JianBirdCreates
#JianBirdGallery❄️
Dear Art,
How are you?
I have something to tell you.
I have visited places to see you, feel you, articulate you in my own way. The more I see you, the more I fall in love with you. Some make it complicated and some make you so simple. You are instilled with so many stories of different people. And different people see you with their different perspectives, with their own stories. It fascinates me. It doesn’t matter to you if you are old or young. You know only to encompass yourself to infinity. You do not hide. You are open for all. Some feel you like home. Some treat you like strangers.
Dear Art,
You are not stranger to me. You are like home to me. I do not like to describe you much. You come to me as a beautiful surprise each day. You bring rainbow colours to explore my universe. I rest in you silently nurturing a world full of wonders. I feel pure.
Dear Art,
Do you know you make me shimmery, trembling, softly, from within?
Love,
Me
#roksanatales
#JianBirdCreates
#JianBirdGallery❄️
Do you have any letter for art and me?
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Loosing myself, and finding myself….. ….. ….
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#roksanatales
#JianBirdGallery❄️
#JianBirdCreates
How do you wish to lose yourself and find yourself?
Let’s sit here
With a cup of coffee …
And see the beautiful nature
With the blossoming cherry 😊
She knows that he doesn’t know
How it’s hurting in her heart
He knows that she doesn’t know
How it’s hurting in his heart
She knows that he doesn’t know
How she is waiting for him
He knows that she doesn’t know
How he is waiting for her
What she knows he doesn’t know
What he knows she doesn’t know
They only know what they think they know about the other …
Does she know about herself enough?
Does he know about himself enough?
She is not what he thinks he knows about her
He is not what she thinks she knows about him
Who is she to him then?
Who is he to her then?
Strangers!
For now …
In time to come,
They’ll find themselves
Somehow …
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The photograph is taken by me 😊
Isn’t it a beautiful photograph? I love black and white photography. And you?
Wake up early morning …
Watch the beautiful sunrise …
You can watch it from your small or big balcony or rooftop (if possible or you prefer)
Or just from your window …
Sit and feel the breeze on your cheeks …
Contemplate … touch the petals softly …
Smile … keep smiling 😃
Oh! I forgot to say …
Can you please sit with a glass of warm water with honey and কালিজিরা (black cumin) in it?
(Or you like a cup of tea early morning?
I don’t know about you)
They say it’s good for health if you can have the warm water with honey and black cumin in the early morning of everyday …
Write something … converse with yourself …
Read aloud for a while …
Stretch your body …
Make your bed nicely …
And say, ‘Thank you bed for a wonderful warmth that I felt from my last night’s sleep on you! You are so very kind!’
You can blow a flying kiss to it 😘
(You want to go for a walk
Early morning?
I don’t know about you.
But if you go for an early morning walk,
It’s all good … Let’s walk together …)
Now start the day.
Heyyy, don’t forget to take a long shower
(If you are not in a hurry though;
See, I don’t know about you)
Finally, be grateful for the day, pray …
For you are alive, breathing!
Every new day is a new beginning …
Byeeee for now 😊
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What are your morning rituals?
Let me know please.
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“Behind the hum and routine of daily living, there lay a persistent and wild longing for something she could not easily put into words. It felt like impulsive adventures and watching the sun rise over unfamiliar mountains ….
The truly heartbreaking part was that she could feel the remaining days of her life falling away, like leaves from an autumn tree, but still this mysterious person who held the key to unlock her secrets did not arrive; they were missing, and she knew not where to find them.”
-John Mark Green
#roksanatales
#JianBirdCreates
#JianBirdGallery❄️
I treasure my painting moments ….
What are your treasured moments?
Though I know
A name is a name
Is a name is a name …
Just like, “Rose is a rose
Is a rose is a rose” … 😊
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In whatever name we call
At the end
A rose will always be a rose
And you will always be you …
Therefore what’s in a name!
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Yet I’m curious 🧐
“What’s your name?”
“What’s your name?”
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Roksana Tales 