Slow down and come home to yourself, this moment, your life, is already rich with blessings and beauty that no chase can ever outshine …
What does ‘home’ feel liek to you wthin your own heart?
Tag: A blind love
Wonder
I am made to notice the world in all its color, light, and wonder, to gasp at butterflies, scent flowers, and follow what stirs my joy …
To force me to ignore it is to ask my very heart to break, for I’m curved to hold love, beauty, and life fully …
What would you see if you let yourself notice the world as fully as you were made to?
A Strong Woman
A strong woman
rises silently when the world expects her to fall
knows her worth without apology …
blooms in her own time …
invites love not to tame her but to accept her fully, unapologetic, unstoppable, and unafraid to embrace her …
Musing
One day at a time!
It sounds simple, almost too slow for this fast world. But when life humbles you, or pain stays long, you learn it’s not weakness, it’s wisdom …
Many won’t understand until survival becomes sacred, or until plans become hours, and peace is found in small steps …
Only then, suddenly, one day feels like a victory!
Ikigai
In a world that pulls you in every direction, protect your peace, honour your pace, and remember: the way you treat yourself shapes everything …
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Ikigai (生き甲斐 – Japanese)
A reason for being; what gives life meaning
Soru
Keep asking, not because you doubt everything, but because that’s how you grow, lead, and stay true to yourself …
Soru (Turkish)
Question, simple and bold
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What if the question is the answer? Just asking YOU
Presence
Sometimes, the kindest thing in the world is
A friend who sits beside our sorrow
Not asking it to leave
But making space for it to breathe …
I♥️
Let It Be Your Compass
In a world of noise
Slow down and listen
Choose what feels calm …
Not all paths are yours
Let go of the loud ones
Follow what brings ease …
You owe no one more
Peace is not weakness
Let it lead you home …
I♥️
The Place
The Place
Remembers your hands
In the turned soil, the creased pages
The teacup left just so on the counter
Grief here is not loud
It is the creak of a door you once touched …
The Place
Holds your laughter in the walls
Not echo, but residue
Like how a tree remembers spring
Through it now stands bare
We walk through it, careful not to forget …
The Place
Speaks in your language
A photograph tilted
A coat still hanging as though time stilled its breath
Even the light bends the way you used to
When you leaned into a story …
The Place
No longer waits
It has folded you gently
Into its grain, its breath, its silence
And yet
Every corner aches like a closed book mid-sentence …
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Just a few days ago, my best friend’s husband passed away, so suddenly, from heart failure. There was no warning, no long illness to prepare the heart for what was to come. One moment he was part of the constant wave of their lives, and the next, a stillness settled in that no one knew how to hold. Their home feels unbearably silent now, not just in sound, but in spirit. Every corner dictates his absence. The people left behind are trying to carry on, but their movements are slower, their eyes heavier. It’s the kind of grief that doesn’t shout, it whispers, lingers, and reshapes everything …
I’ve been thinking a lot about how fragile life really is. We plan, we dream, we hope, and yet so much is out of our control. I can only pray that my best friend finds strength in her memories and comfort in the love that surrounds her now …
Dust
People keep asking, ‘How broken are you? Should we try to fix you?’
But someone please tell them you can only fix what’s in pieces …
I’ve been crushed so finely, I’ve turned to dust
Endure
When clouds gather without warning
You steady my breath with your stillness
We’re brave weather, together …
When the day feels heavy with silence
Your presence makes room for light
We’re brave weather, together …
When a door closes I wasn’t ready for
You sit beside me without needing words
We’re brave weather, together …
When I fall behind the confusion of things
You slow down so I don’t feel lost
We’re brave weather, together …
Even when the air shifts, and so do we
Nothing is the same, but we remain
Because we’re brave weather, together …
Aren’t we?
I♥️
Someone Like You, Somehow
She was in a car, paused at a red light, when a bus slowly pulled up beside her …
It was one of those older city buses, painted white, a bit weary-looking, as if it had seen too many monsoons and memories. Most of its windows were cracked open halfway, resting in a kind of in-between. But one window stood wide open. And there, beside it, sat a young man …
He had AirPods in, so she assumed he was listening to something, music maybe, or a podcast, or perhaps just the sound of his own solitude. His face was quiet in the way people sometimes are when they’re thinking of something that doesn’t need to be said …
There was no moon that night. Just a vast, bare sky stretched like a curtain of silence …
And she smiled to herself …
Not because she knew the boy, not even slightly. She didn’t know his name, his birthday, his favourite tea, or whether he believed in stars or horoscopes. But something about him … reminded her of someone …
A young man she had been exchanging emails with for years now …
They called each other penpals, and that’s probably what they were. Words had passed between them like little paper boats, floating across years, without a single meeting, or even a real photograph …
Though she feels that he’s ‘full of emotions’, thoughtful, sometimes a little too serious, sometimes surprisingly light. He’s a practical young lad. And though she knew so little about him, nothing really concrete, she still felt like she knew him …
And somehow, seeing this boy at the bus window stirred up the memory of one of his old lines, one she never quite forgot: ‘If someone can’t read between the lines, you gotta unfold their blinds’ …
She had laughed when she read that. She smiled again now, under the faint flicker of a streetlight. And his presence stirred something, like déjà vu, like a soul remembering a face from a dream …
Her car was still. The bus beside her, alive with passengers. The boy at the window, lost in the sky …
And she …
She almost wanted to wave, but she didn’t …
Instead, she sat there, lost in her own musings
Soulmates cross lifetimes, meeting again and again, each time in a different form.
Perhaps in one life, he was the brother her soul leaned on. In another, the friend who understood her silences. And maybe, in a life half-forgotten by time, he was the one her heart called home …
In this life, she found him in letters, digital now, yes, but no less tender. Somewhere beneath the playful tone and thoughtful replies, she wondered if fate was quietly weaving its magic …
She was still thinking …
After all, soulmates don’t always arrive with introductions …
Sometimes, they just show up at red lights …
I♥️
Fragrance
Some hearts remain close
Not by presence but by pulse
Like fragrance held in memory, felt deeply
Though the flower is long gone …
Withstood
It’s not possible for you to see, feel, or understand
How many times she has been unseen and unheard
And still, she chose to show up …
It’s not quite possible for you to know
What it takes to carry on
When the world never learned to make room for her pain …
You see her laugh, light up a room, carry joy in her voice
But you don’t see the weight behind it
Every smile is a decision, not a default …
It takes quiet, relentless courage
To choose hope after growing up in chaos, confusion and fear …
To rise each day and still
Believe in goodness, in light,
is a strength many will never understand …
She isn’t just surviving
She’s rewriting her story, one brave moment at a time
That’s not just resilience
That’s power …
And when was the last time you truly saw someone, without needing their smile to prove they’re okay?
Tell me!
Solace
Dear Me,
I know you’ve been holding a lot lately, not just in your hands, but in your heart. You care so deeply, and it shows in all the little ways you’re trying to help, to listen, to stay steady. I see how much thought you’re putting into what might ease someone else’s pain, how to show up not just with love, but with wisdom …
You may never have the perfect words or solutions, and that’s okay. It’s not about fixing everything. It’s about being there, consistently, quietly, with care. That kind of presence does matter. That kind of love is enough …
It’s also okay to feel tired sometimes. To question if you’re doing enough. To wonder if your efforts are really helping. Just remember: your intentions are rooted in love, and love is never wasted. Rest when you need to. Trust that showing up with honesty and patience is a healing act in itself …
Keep going gently. You’re doing better than you think …
With kindness,
Myself
I♥️
The Grace in Falling Apart
Even on the days when your strength slips away and your heart feels too heavy to carry, know this, it’s okay to rest, to feel, to fall apart, because your worth was never measured by how well you pretend to be okay …
The Weight of ‘Okay’
How many times I say
It’s okay
Even when I’m breaking inside …
How many times I say
It’s okay
While swallowing truths I cannot express …
How many times I say
It’s okay
And hide the tremble in my voice …
How many times I say
It’s okay
Though it was never really a choice …
How many times I say
It’s okay
Till I forget what peace feels like …
Saying ‘It’s okay’ can become an invisible shield we wear to protect others from our truth, but healing begins when we let our silence speak, and allow ourselves the grace to not always be okay
Even nature does not hide its hurt; the sky weeps, the trees shed, the earth cracks, and in doing so, it finds its way back to balance. In embracing its own cycles of pain and release, nature teaches us that healing is not found in silence, but in allowing ourselves to feel, break, and begin again. So must we …
How many times I say
‘It’s okay’
But know that it’s okay to be not okay …
Express yourself. Be vulnerable
Won’t you?
I♥️
Unexpressed
When Love Arrives
Some things are worth waiting for
Like the first drop of rain after a long dry day
Or a flower opening when the sun feels just right …
Love waits too, like the moon behind a slow-moving cloud
It doesn’t rush, doesn’t shout …
But grows quietly, like roots under the ground
The heart keeps hoping, silently, day after day
Like the sea touching the sand again and again
Love returns when it’s ready
And when it does, it feels like breathing again
I♥️
Always, Without Question
When you feel alone
And no one sees you
I’ll still be here
I guarantee that …
When your smile fades
And you forget your worth
I’ll remind you
I guarantee that …
When the world is cold
And you need a hand
Mine will reach out
I guarantee that …
When your voice shakes
And you can’t find the words
I’ll listen with my heart
I guarantee that …
When dreams break
And hope feels far
I’ll believe for both of us
I guarantee that …
Always, without question
I♥️
Like a Note on the Wind
My Dear,
Isn’t it something, how many words we’ve shared today? After all this time, I didn’t expect it, but I think, in my deepest heart, I was waiting for your letter, your voice between the lines …
Lately, my world has felt like a storm, emotionally, mentally, a whirlwind of moments and moods. But even within that, you drifted into my thoughts today. And with that thought came a soft realisation: I was still waiting to hear from you …
Perhaps that says something, not just about timing, or connection, but about how some souls hold a kind of gravity, silently, years after years. Even from a distance, they stay. They stir something gentle, something true. How they have a quiet way of returning, just when you need to hear from them!
I once read in ‘Married to Bhutan’ how being near a river can slow you down, how just standing beside water can make you feel calm and present. That thought stayed with me. And maybe that’s why your words today felt so familiar, like the sound of water flowing, unexpected yet comforting …
With warmth always,
R
Tell me, do you still write letters these days?
I♥️
Still Love
In quiet, love stays
Unspoken, yet it echoes
Through the silent space …
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Maybe it was one of those days when she missed someone in the middle of every chaos happening in her life, and she realised it wasn’t only emptiness, but it held love. Then she scribbled a few lines to express how the heart still keeps speaking to that significant someone …
She called it ‘Still Love’, because, love, when it’s true, doesn’t go away, it simply grows within …
I♥️
Resilience
Winds scatter her thoughts
Wild, aching, yet full of fire
She blooms in soft light …
The Gentle Ripples of Yes
The butterfly effect means small actions can lead to big changes. Like a butterfly flapping its wings and causing a distant storm, one quiet choice can shape our future. It shows how everything is connected, even simple moments can lead to powerful transformations over time …
Over the past year, I’ve seen this truth unfold in my own life. A single decision, to take a walk, go on a journey, or say yes to a trip, or to start painting, led to deeper healing and new strength …
There was the trip to the Maldives, a place that was never on my list. I hadn’t planned it, yet it turned out to be a gentle gift. I didn’t know I would need that much in my core, and I would love so much of the stillness of the sea, the crystal-clear color of the water, the softness of the days, it all felt like life was giving me something I didn’t know I needed …
Now, as I reflect, I see that letting myself explore the unknown began with small, quiet steps. Like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings, those moments created ripples I’m still feeling today …
And see, I’m learning to trust the small steps because they just might lead me somewhere beautiful …
Butterfly effect is real, I believe, and you?
I♥️
Pondering
In puzzled ponder, a name I’ve heard
Though “Roksana” my soul preferred …
Yet as time passed by
A fondness did arise
Love’s influence moves my heart …
Let the name be my tender song
In love’s embrace, I truly belong …
Quiet Contemplation
Your absence has gone through me, like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.”
Separation by W.S. Merwin
Tacenda
My longing, a relentless tide
Your absence, a void deep inside ….
Am I flawed, or loved?
Tacenda
(n.) things better left unsaid
A Royal Escape
A royal escape with some happy laughter
And sometimes some happy tears …
Together with you only I’ll go to such escape
Again and again, now and always
And throughout all the coming years of any age …
Together we’ll visit
The Louvre Museum to see Mona Lisa
To see her mysterious beauty
Her smile is a mirror of me and
Like me, the curve of her lips speak wisely …
Her eyes have an unspoken love, dear
What would she say if she could speak?
Darling, if you want to know
Then ask me only …..
By the flowing Blue Nile
We’ll thread a dream strong
The mightier streams will pass it
To other mightier throng …
We’ll also keep the magic of love
By the brilliance shades of Pyramids
See, the beautiful Giza is near
They say, it’s west of the Nile clear …
Will we see Sphinx, Pharaoh’s face?
We’ll discover the mysteries of that phase
Together
The moon shines brightly upon the Great Wall
It’s lying like a great dragon along the sky
Three thousand years of wind and rain come by
It’s path is natural, strong and magnificent, just like you
It’s a long journey on the Great Wall
And I’ll be close to you, talking and walking about too …
Let’s get an appointment at the Eiffel Tower
As in the ‘Sleepless in Seattle’,
You may love it’s rooftop,
High, high, very high ….
Together from there
We’ll make our journey and we’ll fly
Screaming to the world, ‘Goodbye’ ….
Taj Mahal, no doubt, we’ll see
It’s a sign of eternal love
The gardens, the palace
The embroidered doors, walls and marbles
In all its beauty, a wondrous splendour …
But it brightens no brighter, darling
As it brightens in your heart’s core ….
We may dive in the Pacific Ocean
Its waves are like lustrous strands
Inviting us to light the deep with our love …
We may sit by it’s beach
And listen to the calling of the sea-gulls
We’ll find rocks and shells
We’ll walk hand in hand
Enjoying the ocean’s smell …
It would be excellent
To walk a Hollywood Fame …
You and me will act the roll
As they act in ‘You’ve got Mail’
I’m sure we’ll achieve a glamorous name …
Live orchestra of ‘Love-story’
In Italy, will be a joyful sight
The every thought, the music says
It says of the wish of a beautiful night …
We’ll ride a New York subway
We’ll play hide and seek
Station after station
We’ll laugh and not fray
Our laughter will keep the wind
Soothing
For others to breathe more and to pray …
Sweetheart, we’ll plant our flowers
We’ll see the blue open sky
We’ll see watch stars at night
And we’ll do something different everyday
To be kinder and to be more bright
We’ll feed a hungry child
With one word of gentle love
With one look more smiling to him
It’s a divine pleasure
It’s never a charity to any other
But to ourselves darling,
It’ll build our truthful insight, undoubtedly …
A Royal Escape of such happy laughter
With some happy tears is a pleasure …
As we grow together, with smiles
I’ll be escaping with only you
To many phases and places
Again and again, now and always
And through out all the coming years of any age …
It’s my personal favourite with some error, here and there. And I know it’s a bit long than my usual ones, but I love this long poem and I hope you would love it too to read it all ….
And here I mentioned about Taj Mahal ….
Don’t know why I didn’t mention Pahalgam or the BETAAB Valley … Kashmir is my recent favourite place, absolutely, say like forever ♾️ 🥰
So should I include the place in this Royal Escape? Tell me ….
And tell me also where would you escape if there’s any chance of you being able to take such escape …
Roksana Tales 