They say
If you want to look for flaws, you’ll find them;
If you want to look for beauty and happiness, you’ll find them too …
What do you want to find?
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Belle – A Painting
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Cogitating
Feeling totally lost
Lost inside …
May be it’s my reunion
With my inner guide …
Adrift …
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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 😊
Baffled
My words are simple black in a white piece of paper and I turn them into colors …
My thoughts are plain and straight and I make it sizzle, giving it a sense of purpose …
My dreams and imagination get lost in translation …
And yours? I wonder!
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Let’s Sit Here ..
Let’s sit here
With a cup of coffee …
And see the beautiful nature
With the blossoming cherry 😊
Tune in for Love
We all express in a different language
But eyes never lie …
If you love someone
Look deep into their eyes ….
Let their eyes sparkling, and smiling
At the very presence of your being …
Otherwise
Set them free
Their eyes may speak, sparkle and sing ……
At the very presence of another being!
We all express in a different language
But our hearts beat in the same tune
At the sight of our loved ones …
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Don’t you think so too? Our hearts join in our hearts Only when the same tune comes from our hearts. Boom boom. My heart is beating so fast💓 And yours?
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The above image was a capture by me. I love black and white photography
Yet Undefined
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?
Early Morning Rituals
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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Quiet Envelope
Rain, rain, rain all day long!
Musing among the pattering sounds ….
A quiet envelope within me;
A tsunami …
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Inquisitiveness
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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Rendezvous
I know exactly
How it would be to meet you …
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It might happen
That I might be busy observing you
Once if we meet ever …
It might happen
That I might forget to drink water
In front of you …
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Which colour do you like?
How do you smile?
Are you talkative?
Or quiet like me!
Or you talk gibberish like me
I m sure I might talk gibberish in front of you though …
Out of my belly butterflies 🦋
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I ll be busy
Observing you
How do you look?
How do you talk?
What do you prefer wearing?
Are you nervous?
Do you need your space to feel relaxed a little bit
Then you would get up and go to the outside for a while … (to take deep breaths?!)
Have you also forgotten to drink water
In front of me?
Just like me?
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Exactly how you will start the conversation
With me?
Would it be casual or formal?
I think you ll be formal
Gradually you ll be casual that I know
It might happen after a while
That we both are laughing on a joke
The joke might be just about our time …
That our time is so silly billy
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I know
How it would be to meet you …
However it might happen that
I will never see you in life …
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But look, I swear
In the solemn silence of everyday dawn
I meet you from afar!
Everyday I meet you as the soft yellow sun rises in the far away skyline
And the birds sing to me the prose of our meeting
And the soft breeze portrays to me
Exactly how our first meeting would be …
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Now tell me
Can I not know you from afar?
What do you say?
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Conversation Over Coffee ☕️
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.
Cherished – A Painting
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 …
Entangled
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 ….
Refreshing
There are fresh fruits, flowers and foods
The whole day, taken nothing
But only rain, so refreshing …
Dear Taj, I Met You
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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 …
Enamour
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 …..
In Thy Heart
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 ….
Forget Me Not
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!
Conversation over Coffee
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.
Mood
Date someone you like ….
A little coffee. A little sunlight. A painting.
❤️
Alas!
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!
Diamond is Forever
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.
Enchanted
These days,
The sunrises that I watch everyday with you
Give me the best feelings ever; fascinating and quite spellbound!
I sit with you in this sweet little garden
In silence and serenity …
A glimpse of happiness and ecstasy….
The rays of the rising sun generously cast light upon our soul, peaceful
The crisp, fresh breeze smells so good,
The gentle chirping of birds spread joy,
And now,
Now my heart, pounding and vulnerable
Seems to depend on these moments of sunrises forever …
Am I under any spell or something?
Anyways,
It has made me anew
These days.
Wavelength
He says, ‘Hello’
She says, ‘Hello o o o’
Just this much!
And they say nothing else …..
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However they talk a lot
With themselves all day long ….
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Now this silence and noise
Echoing of a wavelength connecting their minds,
Echoing of a wavelength that prefers speechless songs,
Echoing of a wavelength from the same frequency they send in the sky.
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Well, that’s very odd!
From a simple ‘Hello’ to finding this colourful ‘Wavelength’ symphony.
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A good vibe though!
What do you say? Hello o o!
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Fireflies
Let my love surrounds you
Like fireflies
A little light with wings
To fascinate your world wherever you are!
If you ever be in the midst of gloom
And loneliness envelops your soul,
I will always be right there
Like hundreds of shimmering fireflies
To light up your world …
He knows
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!
Serendipity
At night
She went to sleep around 11 pm-ish
Slept the whole night to wake up early morning!
Ah! What a beautiful morning and the morning breeze
She is in love with this moment …
Reflecting back the other day ..
Two things hurt her in heart’s core
She was emotional with hurt still attached
Cried a bit or two
She doesn’t want anyone to see it
Made her silent and
She couldn’t get pass of it for long.
Another work made her productive
Tiring yet satisfying ….
And there was another happening that made her happy
For the first time the soul feels joy
As if a blossom in the desert
She felt her worth for an unknown reason
This alone kept her joyful all day long till now
Made her feel she is loved and cared so much …..
They say
Everything happens for a reason.
Then the happening that made her smile and happy has a reason
She falls in love with that reason
At night
She slept long hours …
Her spirit, free and fair
Awoke from its blissful sleep!
As she reflects, humbling herself for a joy she cherishes right now.
Quiet Contemplation
Attachment
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.
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