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Without spectacles I can not see you …
Without spectacles I wish to see you …

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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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I struggle to convey in words
What I want to say to you ..
I talk to you every day
You may not hear me
Word by word;
But you already know it all, I know …
You remain so quiet …
Day by day you are becoming quieter
(Oh! How I hate it!)
It seems that you want me to
Remain quiet too …
Cause all these chattering
May make it messier between us
And I can see that too …
Sometimes I think
I will stay quiet …
May be, only then
I’ll be free from
My struggle to say it all
To you.
Have you ever experienced such inexpressible moments to express yourself in your life?

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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 ….

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?

“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?




Rain, rain, rain all day long!
Musing among the pattering sounds ….
A quiet envelope within me;
A tsunami …
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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 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 …
I feel a little alive and happier
Now a days
It’s all because of you …..
I feel a more lost and restless
Now a days
It’s also because of you …..
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 ….

Even though I’m a little late
Forget me not ….
Don’t forget the bits and the pieces
Of my soul
When I won’t be around ….
Don’t forget, no matter what!
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.

If only you were with me!
If you were with me
I wouldn’t have to search for you.
If you were with me
I wouldn’t have to wait for you.
If I wouldn’t be there
Will you search for me like this!
If I wouldn’t be there
Will you wait for me too?
Not sure and
I can not say
We are much alike or not ….
But at least you could’ve given me a yellow flower
Just because I love yellow,
Or perhaps a yellow covered notebook
Where I may write gibberish which you wouldn’t approve ….
But you could’ve given me at least ….
If you were with me!
Probably we will not meet in this life.
So there is no chance. Alas!
There is nothing I can do to ease a heartache like this
If only you were with me
I wouldn’t have to feel such heartaches!

He is perfect anyways,
And he doesn’t need to change anything.
Just he has changed my life
completely—
I never told him that, but I think he knows!
My canvas is filled with every other color
But without yellow.
Yellow is my favourite color.
Do you know?
How would you know?
We hardly talk….
Yet this painting is my pride and joy.
