Empathy

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 …

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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?

14th May, 2025
Goodmayes, London

Weather Within

It’s special to be special
The stars whispered your name before you were born …

You walk like thunder under a sky unsure of rain
Your eyes flicker, sunlight through fast-moving clouds

The world watches
They name your storms, chart your brightness
Forget the stillness in your quiet seas

Your laughter bursts like spring rivers
Then vanishes into frozen fields

You are not broken
You are a rare sky with weather only some learn to love …

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Have you ever spent time with someone who has bipolar disorder? What was it like to be around them during their depressive episodes or manic phases? Did you notice anything in particular about how they acted or how it made you feel?

Take care
I♥️

Smile, My Friend

No Matter What, Smile

You might say it’s easy for me to say this
But let me put on your shoes and step into
your struggles
your pain
your heartaches
your betrayals
your despair
and your losses

Even then,
with all of it held in my heart,
I’ll still say this:

Smile, my friend. No matter what

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What if this one small smile is the first light breaking through? You never know. So Smile always, my dear! No matter what!

Why Is Love So Sweet?

Why is love so sweet?
Maybe love is sweet because it doesn’t ask to be explained
It shows up in the smallest gestures
A glance held a little longer
A smile that stays even after you’ve looked away …

When I write ‘I♥️’
I’m not writing a word
I’m pointing toward you …
Toward the way your presence softens the edges of my day …
Toward the way love makes ordinary moments glow …
You are what I mean
Without needing to say anything more …

After quite a while, I’ve written something that resembles a love poem, if it can be called that

The words came to me unexpectedly. I suddenly thought, ‘Why is love so sweet?’ And just like that, the rest flowed through me as if it had been waiting all along

On a different note, I’ve recently been watching the Netflix series When Life Gives You Tangerines’ and maybe, in its quiet moments and tender storytelling, it’s been softening something in me, opening a space where words like these could return

Funny question! Have you seen this Netflix series, ‘When Life Gives You Tangerines?’

I♥️

Étranger

Sometimes, I find myself simply observing those who seem ‘normal’, the way they speak, the words they choose to describe their experiences, how they react, or how they present their abilities with such careful confidence. Their ease in communication fascinates me, as if they instinctively know how to navigate social expectations.

At times, being among them makes me feel out of place, as if I exist on a different wavelength. Yet, I take myself lightly, even when they joke at my expense. I do not mind, because their amusement does not define me. In fact, I feel a strange sense of joy when they fail to understand me, because, deep down, that’s exactly what I prefer.

Those of us who are born different, who experience the world through a mind that society struggles to categorize, are often labeled with terms and diagnoses. But these labels do not define us. We are nature’s unique creation, wired to perceive life in ways they cannot grasp. And perhaps, they do not need to understand us.

Only a few people ever truly see us for who we are, and that is the rarest gift. The most powerful truth is that we are the ones who teach them how to understand us. It is not luck that allows them to connect with us, it is our choice to let them in. And for that, they are truly fortunate …

A tale from a psychologically challenged soul

Cherry blossoms in Ravenscourt Park, London

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Étranger/ french
Meaning is ‘Stranger’. It reflects the sense of being apart from the norm, of existing on a different wavelength, and not being fully understood by society

Satori

If everyone approaches their work with grace and sees their path as a masterpiece in progress, each action becomes meaningful, turning life into a beautiful creation

Be a mindful rebel, challenge the ordinary with awareness, embrace creativity with intention, and walk your path with purpose

Be in the journey, for the destination is not the priority. Every step, every moment, and every experience shape the masterpiece of your life

So there is no sorrow if you travel alone, your journey is yours to embrace. Walk with courage, let solitude be your strength, and trust that every path you take is leading you exactly where you need to be

Satori/ (悟り)
a Japanese word meaning ‘awakening’ or ‘enlightenment,’ capturing the essence of mindful rebellion, purposeful journeying, and embracing one’s unique path with grace.

Zikr

The hands that give will one day be empty
The voice that speaks will soon fade into silence

What remains when time takes it all away?

#roksanatales

London Central Mosque, Friday, 21 March, 2025

“Zikr” (ذکر)/ arabic word
meaning remembrance, often used in a spiritual context to signify remembering what truly matters

I♥️

A Love Story

A love story happening everyday, here
Now and forever …

They stood by the river
Hands barely touching
The city humming around them
Unaware of the quiet storm within …

Big Ben watched in silence
Counting the seconds between heartbeats
While the London Eye turned slowly
Seeing love form and dissolve in its arc …

The water carried their voices away
Soft confessions lost in the tide
Until only the wind remembered
What they could not say …

A love story happening everyday, here
Now and forever …

London, UK

I♥️

Be Gentle with Me, My Love

Be gentle with me, my love
Like the dawn touching the sea
Soft, steady, never rushing forward

Be gentle with me, my love
Like roots holding the ancient tree
Firm, patient, never demanding more

Be gentle with me, my love
Like mist wrapping the quiet hills
Light, lingering, never pressing too close

Be gentle with me, my love
Like a river shaping the stone
Persistent, tender, never breaking apart

Be gentle with me, my love
Like the moon pulling the tides
Distant, devoted, never letting go

Be gentle with me, my love

I♥️

Saudade

I’ve left my heart over there
Alive in the mountain’s embrace
Where silence speaks louder than words ….

Saudade/ portuguese
(n.) a profound emotional state of longing or nostalgia, often for something or someone absent, with a mix of melancholy and beauty

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Have you ever experienced a deep longing or nostalgia for a place?

For me, it’s Kashmir. You probably already know this, don’t you?

I♥️

Just Right Now

Sometimes I feel a crave for you
Like I need to talk to you just right now
Like I need to see you just right now
Like I need to hold your hand just right now

Like I need to feel your heartbeat near mine
Like I need to hear you say my name softly
Like I need to lose myself in your gaze
Like I need to sit with you in comfortable silence
Just right now …

Sometimes I feel a crave for you
Like I need to share the small joys of my day
Like I need to tell you all the words left unsaid
Like I need your presence to make everything feel whole
Like I need your warmth to melt away the cold …

Like I need to know you’re always close
Like I need to believe in the magic of us
Like I need you, endlessly and without reason
Because with you, everything feels just right …

Truth is, I Miss You

Your absence hums like a violin string snapped mid-note
A comet that vanished before its trail could unfold
The eclipse of a lighthouse on a storm-battered coast …

Time crawls, a spider weaving webs of empty hours
Memories linger like fireflies trapped in a jar
Each one dimming, yet refusing to fade into stars …

Your voice was rain stitching needles through thirsty leaves
Now silence looms like an unfinished symphony’s grief
A mosaic missing its most vivid, sacred piece…

I search for you in the scent of forgotten gardens
In waves that speak like poets lost to their stanzas
In winds that carry secrets of unuttered mantras …

Truth is, I miss you like the moon misses its tides
A ship adrift, no constellations to confide
The ache of a heart where all its echoes reside

I♥️

Mystère

I love the mystery in you
A quiet depth, like a still lake at dusk
Holding reflections that shift with every glance 

The shadow you cast
Is not absence but presence
A soft veil over what could be, inviting me to wonder, not to solve …

You are a riddle
Pieces scattered like stars in a wide open sky
Each clue a whisper of meaning, yet the answer stays just out of reach …

A whirlwind stirs within you
Not chaos but motion
Drawing me closer, only to spin me into wonder again …

You are a mystery box
Sealed with care and quiet allure
Its weight a promise of something unseen
Waiting for those who dare to open without haste …

And yet, I do not seek to solve you
For the beauty lies in not knowing
To stand at the edge of your mystery is a wonder enough for me …

#roksanatales

The word “Mystère” comes from the Latin word “mysterium,” meaning “secret” or “something hidden.” 

The unknown can be beautiful and fascinating in its own right

What do you say?

I♥️

Enduring Light


Carry the light, even when shadows press close!
Know that the spark you offer is
A ripple in the vast, unseen glow …
Let the weary heart find strength
In the promise: His light endures …
Unchallenged, unswerving
A beacon no darkness can claim …

🌺 ✨

Jian Bird Creates – Liitle Painting

Painting flowers, specifically wildflowers brings me so much joy. The freedom to create soft, flowing shapes and play with colors feels relaxing and uplifting. It’s a beautiful way to connect with nature and let my imagination bloom. It brings delight, reminding me of the simple beauty in wild, untamed things …

What brings you joy? – I always wonder!

Inner Solace

I don’t write to change other’s view
Yet with each word, my mind finds clarity
I write not to make a difference, it’s true
But to drift away, escaping the reality …

I don’t paint to transform the world
But to steady the tremor within my soul
Each brushstroke a whisper of stillness
Each color a fragment of the peace I seek …

I don’t dance to dazzle or be seen
But to let the weight of the day fall away
Each step a silent prayer, each movement a release
Until I am nothing but breath and fleeting grace …

I don’t smile to hide the ache inside
But to remind myself of the light I can still hold
Each curve of my lips a quiet rebellion
Against the weight that tries to pull me below 

#roksanatales

Simply saying whether it’s through writing, painting, dancing, or smiling, I don’t do these things for others, I do them to heal and comfort my soul. These and more reflect my journey of seeking and creating my own sense of inner peace …

How do you find your inner solace?

Yet still, It is enough …

Even if it’s just a few words from you
They fill my heart with joy
A quiet happiness that stays
Making me feel seen
Making me feel loved …

Even if it may not reflect
How you truly think of me
Or anything more than passing thought
Yet still, it is enough …

Even if it’s just a faint glow
Like the moon’s light through distant clouds
It softens the darkness within me
A quiet reminder that warmth still exists …

Resonance

I’m listening to a song
Hoping you are too …
It feels like it carries messages
Only you would understand …

I dive into its meaning
As if the lyrics are threads
Weaving stories of us
In a language only the heart speaks …

It tells me you are light
Not blinding, but steady …
A quiet presence
That shifts the shadows in my world …

My heart whispers
‘Stay, even for a moment’ …
It doesn’t care where life leads
It only wants to feel you here …

These feelings, unspoken and vast
Feel like gifts the song carries
I wonder if you’ll hear them too …

🎶

Koi Jaane Na

I recently came across the poem, ‘Tell Me Tomorrow’ by Becky Hemsley, and I absolutely loved it. The poem feels similar to the musings above. It talks about unspoken feelings, hope, and the quiet longing for someone’s presence. They show how love can be patient and gentle, even when words are hard to say. The musings and the poem capture the beauty of waiting and the desire to connect …

I don’t know about you, yet I wish to know what you think about both, My musings and the poem …

I♥️

Rekindled

Last night, I woke up twice
The silence heavy, the air still
Each time, your face filled my thoughts
As if my heart knew only one path …

I reached for my phone
Wanting to write to you today
Something, anything
Because if this isn’t love
I don’t know what is …

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After a while, loving how my thoughts flow into words

It’s Okay

I glance at my phone,
Hoping to see a message from you,
But no, it’s empty,
And I tell my heart, “It’s okay.”

I hold on to hope,
That something might arrive soon,
But still, nothing,
And I whisper, “It’s okay.”

Time passes slowly,
The silence grows long,
But I remain patient,
Saying softly, “It’s okay.”

The wait lingers on,
A quiet ache in my chest,
Yet I smile gently,
And tell myself, “It’s okay.”

In the stillness of the day,
I find comfort within,
Even without a message,
I remind my heart, “It’s okay.”

How do you find peace in moments of waiting and uncertainty?

So Tell Me

Do you agree
That those who overthink are the ones who overlove?

I wonder
When we love, don’t we hold our beloveds so tightly in our thoughts?
Isn’t it so?

Love and worry blend
Two threads braided in the mind
And perhaps it’s why we bear those heavy aches now and then
(I mean headaches ☺️)

Each thought, wrapped in care
Each care, pressed close to the heart …

Love, relentless, always seeks:
To protect
To understand
To be enough …

So tell me
Whether a heart can feel that depth of love without also feeling the weight of worry

Or

If worry inevitably ‘shadows’ love, adding both depth and heaviness to it?

I♥️ My Little Painting

I’ll Still be Loving You

When your hair has turned to winter
and your teeth are in a plate,
when your getter up and go
has gone to stop and wait—
I’ll still be loving you.

When your attributes have shifted
beyond the bounds of grace,
I’ll count your many blessings,
not the wrinkles in your face—
I’ll still be loving you.

When the crackle in your voice
matches that within your knee
and the times are getting frequent
that you don’t remember me—
I’ll still be loving you.

Growing old is
something we all do 
I hope you’ll always understand—
I’ll still be loving you.

Writer: C. David Hay
Artist: Bettina Baldassari

Grace

Ah, my heart is full of love for you –
By the lakeside, the wind whispers softly
White swans glide silently, a harmony ….
Their grace speaks of love without words
As they move, side by side, in quiet understanding
Ah, my heart is full of love for you –

I♥️

Round Pond, Kensington Gardens, London

La Vie Continue

I would rather live in a world where my life is surrounded by mystery than live in a world so small that my mind could comprehend it”

Harry Emerson Fosdick

Meanwhile

Surprise others with change
Let them see a new side …
Become someone unexpected
And watch them rethink your story …

Let them blink in awe
At the change they missed …
You, now far from who you were
La vie continue, in anyways
Always ….

🤷‍♀️

Tell me, wouldn’t life lose its magic if we understood it all?

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La Vie Continue/ french
(phr.) “‘life goes on’