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
…
If only you would realize some day, how much have you hurt me,
If only your heart ever, craves for me or my presence…
If only you feel that love again someday for me,
If only you are affected someday by my absence…
Only you can end all my suffering and this unbearable pain,
If only you would know what you could never procure…
If only you go through the memories of past once again,
Since the day you left my heart has bled, no one has its cure…
If only you would bring that love, those showers and that rain…
If only you would come back and see what damage you create,
I’ve been waiting for your return since forever more…
If only you would see the woman that you have made,
You said we cannot sail through, how were you so sure?
If only you can feel the old things that can never fade,
You may have moved on, but a piece of my heart is still with you…
I know how I’ve come so far alone; I know how I’m able to wade,
People say that I’m insane and you won’t ever come back again…
Maybe you would have never made your separate way,
Maybe you would have stayed with me and proved everyone wrong…
If only you would know the pain of dying every day,
If only you would feel the burden of smiling and being strong…
– Mehek Bassi, Chained: Can you escape fate?
Let’s sit
And talk
Talk about the dots those bring us here.
Let’s sit
And stare
Stare at each other to feel our deepest core.
Let’s sit
And see
See the skies with your blue and my yellow emotions.
Let’s sit
And listen
Listen to the heartbeats that pound at the very sight of each other.
Let’s sit
And look
Look for the memories of our smiles.
Let’s sit
And fly
Fly high to soar in the sky together.
Let’s sit
And plan
Plan our trips holding each other’s hands.
Let’s sit
And touch
Touch the little joy of our souls.
Let’s sit
And feel
Feel the inner beauty of our hearts.
Let’s sit
And pray
Pray that we never part from the other.
Let’s sit
And hold
Hold on to each other forevermore.
Let’s sit
And give
Give magical hugs, kisses and warm caresses saying, ‘I love you.’
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roksanatales
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Tell me, ‘Do you love me?’
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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Darlin’, don’t quit your daydream
It’s your life that you’re making
It ain’t big enough if it doesn’t scare the hell out of you
If it makes you nervous
It’s probably worth it
Why save it for sleep when you could be living your daydream?”
Daydream
Song by Lily Meola
I did this painting late at night around 2 am in the morning and this song is so true … When certain words move people, they show how much power they have to make changes …
Be afraid, but do it anyway …..
I have given this painting this title, CHAOS. As a child I was forever daydreaming. As I grow older, I find chaos in fulfilling my daydreaming. Some days I win, and some days, I fail. However, I never lose hope and continue to daydreams. I don’t know whether it’s good or bad, but it does make me feel good and helps me mentally settled with all my daydreams and I keep moving as time and space drive me to eternity. I m sure to leave behind a legacy of grit and perseverance.
“My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart.”
– Maya Angelou
❤️
Have you ever felt chaos in chasing your daydreams? I think that’s what it is always for most people …. What do you think?
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#JianBirdGallery
I hope you will love the video as well.
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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.
Feeling totally lost
Lost inside …
May be it’s my reunion
With my inner guide …
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Fallen;
I wont be lost
Stolen;
I wont be lost
Hurt;
I wont be lost
Not strong;
I wont be lost
Scared ;
I wont be lost
Fought;
I wont be lost
Silent;
I wont be lost
Loved
I wont be lost.
Find me
Before the mountains crumble.
Find me
Before I m lost.
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How often do you feel lost, lost in translation of your feelings and emotions?
This street photography was taken by me, Downtown Brooklyn, April, 2022. Apart from the whole girly face image, I loved the collage of a bird at the bottom left. Do you love taking photographs while just walking the roads? Do you observe things and people around while on the street? Do you contemplate in midst of crowd? Can you find quiet time with yourself even when you are with people around? Just asking! I’m curious to know you 😊
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Have you seen her cheeks lately?
How can you see?
You remain so busy!
Now a days the busy hours have increased a lot
Even you forget to give her
The one you have taken from her ….
Have you seen her cheeks recently?
How can you see?
Why would you have time to look?
You have a job to do with your life and then it’s all going well for your life, you think!
Your life is quite fine even without seeing her at all …
Have you seen her cheeks just for a while?
A glance?
See, what she has done to her!
As if there is no one in the world without you, no one …
Her mind is not in the worldly affairs also.
She spends her whole day sitting beside the window,
Waiting for you …
Sometimes she even thinks she’ll go straight to the grave without showing her cheeks to you!
Have you seen her cheeks for a moment?
Do you remember how you loved the colours of spring on her cheeks!!
Remembering this the tears roll down her cheeks now …
Now when you see her again (if you have time)
You’ll wonder
How you have forgotten the form of her cheeks in the moonlight!
Now if you see her once, you’ll be in love touching her cheeks again … soft and angelic ..
You’ll be the breeze to her cheeks ….
She will smile with dimples appear on the ends of her lips.
Bringing back the colours of spring on her rosy cheeks, once again ….
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Wonder how you bring the vibrant colours of spring on your loved ones’ cheeks ….
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
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#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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It was raining here …
She called him with a cup of coffee in her hand.
It was raining there too …
He received the call with a cup of coffee in his hand.
She said, ‘What are you doing?’
He said, ‘I’m drinking coffee and watching the rainstorm. And you?’
She said, ‘I’m drinking coffee too by the window, watching the raindrops falling on the trees in my garden. Enjoying it.’
He said, ‘How’s your treatment going on?
She said, ‘fine.’
He said, ‘Well, that’s good to know. Why did you call now?’
She took a moment. Then …
She said, ‘I missed you.’
He took a moment. Then …
He said, ‘Do you miss me just as a friend or as a guy?’
She said, ‘As a guy!’
He took a pause. Smiled a little bit.
She took a sip from her coffee cup as if to relax a bit with the words spoken finally to him.
The pouring rain was making a beautiful breeze.
They both felt it on their way.
From here to there.
From there to here.
He said, ‘I’m done with the house. I even sleep here sometimes. It’s pretty. I did a pretty nice job.’
She said, ‘I plan to visit soon.’
He said, ‘What?’
She said, ‘May be in about ten days. Next weekend!’
He said, ‘Why are you coming? Are you coming to jump into the sea here? Don’t you even think so. You’ll freeze to death, you know. The water gets cold in winter. You know that, na?’
She said, ‘Why are you saying this and that? Why will I jump into the sea? I’ll be coming to visit you. Not for any other reason.’
He said hurriedly, ‘Okay. Let’s hang up. I’m busy.’
Then he smiled a sweet smile after such a long time.
Then he started singing, ‘If you ever need me, just give me a call. I’ll run over to you whenever. Whether it’s raining or hail-storming, I don’t care.’
Then she smiled a sweet smile as if she was hearing his song. 🎵
It was raining here.
It was raining there.
Their conversation was going on and on …
In the rain.
I am with you without speaking much
In an intimacy that’s only mine
As free to wander in the silence of the long highway road
As the way the trees shimmer orange, red and yellow in the sunlight …
I am with you without meeting you
In a sacred heart that’s only mine
As a veiled woman would enter a paradise
As God takes care of my every weakness within me …
I know the cure
I know how this heart can rest
Yet I am helpless to settle the restlessness
That I feel
For him ….
I know it’s unbearable to just let it be
I know it would be a relief to express it all
Yet I m helpless to express the remains of all the words left unsaid
To him ….
There are fresh fruits, flowers and foods
The whole day, taken nothing
But only rain, so refreshing …
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Dear Taj
You are a sign of my eternal love
I still remember the very first moment I met Taj
A beauty stood in front of me
First time we met, I could see
That Taj and I were meant to be ….
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Dear Taj
You are my evergreen flower
Grows of fine and purest white
And delicate with fresh new leaves
Growing by its side
Shining through quietly
The sun was out there with warmth and dazzling light
Bewildered by its unspoken beauty
There I shivered and I didn’t talk to anybody ..
I wandered in its classic passageways
I was silent for long and
I forgot the moving earth around …
I was lost
In the gardens, the palace, the embroidered doors, walls and marbles ….
In all its beauty and ecstasy
I was sure of one thing that
I was looking for something
That I searched in silence …
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Dear Taj
I met you …..
I felt if time could stand still
I’d freeze it here
Close and near
With all its mystery
Filled with love so pure
Given to you.
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I wore a serene smile
I was barefoot for a while
My tiny little fingers shivered
When Taj touched me and I was so drawn to it
And at that very moment
I painted my sacred pilgrimage
Enveloped with love and peace …
Dear Taj,
For eternity
You are a mysterious beauty
Within me ….
A wondrous splendour
Like a beautiful song
I’ve found
What I have been searching for
A beautiful emotion in my heart …
My Taj, I met you
Dreaming I’ll meet you again
I remember saying to you
‘See you soon my darling
See you soon.’
After that I have been travelling through many moon
And there,
My dear Taj
Waits a lyrical waiting to greet me….
So here I m waiting to meet Taj as we are meant to be together.
So with heavenly light
Flowers bloom, birds sing
The blossoms reaching for the sun
Breathing the scented hues
Spreading the warmth of a promise
With fragrance in the air
With harps, with joy
With hope, with spirit
Within the beautiful blooming
Taj Mahal, I long to see you again ….
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Dear Taj
Again I’ll see you
For a perfect peaceful solitude made for two
Again I’ll touch you
Your whisper would touch my cheek
Again I’ll blush
You’ll say …
‘Come now and rejuvenate with joy!’
Held by the arms I would step forward
Together with the one who is
My mystery, my dear Taj …
Whispering …..
In thy heart, whispering
Always, joy blooming, sublime ….
In thy heart, singing
The song of loving, time between time ….
In thy heart, sprinkling
A word of hope, an image or just me ….
She says, He says He says, She says
⁃ You ll get hurt.
⁃ Then try not to hurt me. And why are you determined to hurt me? Do you need time? To think?
⁃ No
⁃ Okay. I asked you to go on a trip with me but why haven’t you replied? What’s with that look? This is boring. Forget it.
⁃ Have you ever lied in your life?
⁃ I don’t lie. But to be truth to you I have lied when I was little.
Oh, wait! I guess I’m lying right now?
⁃ Now?
⁃ The fact that you still haven’t given me an answer about going on a trip together is really getting on my nerves right now. And I’m honestly a little hurt. But I’m acting like I’m fine, so I guess that counts as a lie. Heyyyy, why are you laughing? If you don’t like me that much, let’s just end it here.
⁃ You can’t just thoughtlessly trust someone when they haven’t done anything to gain your trust. We are not kids.
⁃ You have a point. Right!
⁃ Let’s go on a trip.
⁃ What? But I didn’t do anything to gain your trust.
⁃ You did.
⁃ When?
⁃ Just now. You told me you don’t lie. That’s good enough.
⁃ You’re very peculiar.
⁃ Let’s go on a trip to Stupa Island.
⁃ Stupa Island sounds great.
⁃ Okay.
She says, He says
He says, She says
Their conversation while having coffee.
Date someone you like ….
A little coffee. A little sunlight. A painting.
❤️
That you are
a diamond
is true; cause
you sparkle
so
I sparkle;
just as a dew on
a petal; you shine
then i shine
through
you;
You twinkle
thereon I twinkle
like a beautiful star
cause a diamond
is forever.
its true.
Cause you are
my diamond
and I love u and
its forever
too.
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I wore a serene smile.
I was barefoot for a while,
The woman within my tender age shivered
When Taj touched me, and I was so drawn to it.
Dear Taj, ‘Why do you make me smile such sweet smile?‘
In all its beauty and ecstasy,
I was so sure of one thing,
That I was destined for something,
Which I kept searching in silence here.
Dear Taj, ‘Have you not fallen in love with me yet?’ ❤️
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