She no longer fears missing out, for she has learned that what’s meant for her will never pass her by. While the world rushes to chase trends, gatherings, and noise, she finds peace in her own rhythm. Her joy isn’t borrowed from what others are doing, but born from the satisfaction of being present where she is …
She doesn’t measure her life against anyone’s timeline. She knows that every soul blooms in its own season. She would rather miss a hundred fleeting moments than lose the one that truly belongs to her …
For her, the real richness lies not in being everywhere, but in being whole, right where she stands …
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 …
Part of my morning rituals are spent in my little varandah garden! It refreshes me …. Love the sound of the chirping birds, the warm light, smell of the wind and greens and flowers … Some days I read here with a glass of warm honey water and some days a cup of tea … with a little conversation … These days are Ramadan days, the most blessed days and I’m healing from my broken finger …. I hope it’ll be alright soon … and everything too
A man doesn’t need brilliance or genius, all he needs is energy
Albert M. Greenfield
Keep a little place, Like a little ‘zen zone’ for yourself Have a cup of coffee there … Do some mindful drawings … Read some books … Write some poetry, musings, or something philosophical … Or do nothing … In midst of strangers It can become a little mindful meditation With every sip of bliss ….
Keep a little ‘zen zone’ For you Feel the crave to be there And come here when you need to be …. But before you leave Define how you prioritise yourself Over every other things …. And do not make it an easy place Where you can find an escape Whenever you feel like … Rather make it special As you would make any other thing special And keep it as sacred as It’s supposed to be for creating Little ‘Zen Zone’ for yourself ….
Here’s one of my little ‘Zen Zone’ … Where’s your little ‘Zen’ Zone’ place?
Zen Zone “Your introvert zen zone is an area where your senses need to be soothed by their surroundings — the key word being “zen.” For instance, you should be able to practice mindfulness meditation there if you wish.”
His look is one of the most Distinctive in fashion; Though quite an escapist mode He owns …
His dominant movement Has made him one of that Dominant icon … A timeless form within, Bringing the Unfinished make-up of The star to my whole being …
Often I wonder A velvet scarf would appreciate The beauty more … Often I think … The sky blue, Royal blue, And rose-gold would reflect The imagery of his style in my mirror …
In vivid expression, His is a simpler, A softer look … He is his time And communicates With a youthful spirit …
As I want more than Only adoration, I want insight, an intellectual curiosity To provoke a luxurious fabrics; Such as cashmere, or Duchess satin, Grey flannel and more … These do bring forth a nostalgic beauty To my man’s beauty …
And I’m happy That often I design him In Sunday’s best silk with Traditionally delicate lace … And this is the centre of all his Charms defined by me …
Though some fragile knits And beads are always there … Still, it’s a fabulous fit for us … The clothes are all clean and white Thats what set up our own label, A chosen one for the privileges …
It’s beyond passion It’s forevermore with the beloved … The essence of this passionate heart is Rooted in his bold and unique spirit …
After all these settled Fashion and styles, He often says Quite fashionably, ‘His heart wears nothing But only one jewellery’ … Often he says to me, ‘He treasures nothing but One precious treasure’ … And that his precious jewellery Is me …
Create your own calm Be your own balm Whatever happens or wherever it happens Always take the chances to win …
Life is a box of chocolates, Life is a series of mystery Solve it with care, patience and passion Again and again and again ….
Meraki (v.) to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to leave a piece and essence of yourself in something you do …
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Dear Art Lovers,
I hope you all are fine ..
Here NOW for today, I thought to share about the event details with you all – An event of my paintings at Dinner Party, Brooklyn.
Today, at around 5:30 pm ET If you’re near the place, and you’ve time and if you wish, you can visit the wonderful space of Dinner Party in Brooklyn for
✔️ a free flow community journaling session with reflective prompts for anyone who needs it ✔️ a display of Jian Bird Creates greeting cards and original paintings. As you know, if purchased, then half of the proceeds go towards organising Ocean Lives Matter Awareness Program with underprivileged children in different parts of the country.
Venue: Dinner Party, 86 S Portland Avenue, Brooklyn, NY 11217, US Date: 6 August, Sunday, 2023 Time: 5:30 PM ET
Journalling Session conducting person is an enthusiastic reader and a wonderful journal writer, Minashsha Lamisa. Apart from her rigorous work life as a corporate leader, she loves to find her healing ways in journals and community service. She is kind enough to share the paintings, greeting cards and postcards by Roksana Amelia (Yeah! that’s me 😊) in her journalling sessions with different people out there.
And the place ‘Dinner Party’ itself is so cozy to get a great communal dining experience with its amazing ambience and delicious cuisine.
We hope everyone would love the service whoever will be able to join ….
Reach out via Email (roksanaakhter2014@gmail.com) for further details or future reservations of such events by Jian Bird Creates …
Thank you warmly,
Roksana Amelia, Artist, and Artrepreneur Jian Bird Creates
Note: If you wish, you can share the event with your family, friends or anyone who would love to be present there. So they can contact in advance for their future reservations to join such events. Thank you so much.
Dear Art lovers, Please visit my precious art gallery sometimes And get an overwhelming experience … Stare at my artworks for sometime … Sometimes, stare at my precious artwork for some more time, say, five minutes more or ten minutes longer … Stare at it, as if you do not have any hurry or hustle …
During that period of time You may feel that time is moving slow around you and you’re still in front of an artwork … An artwork by Roksana Amelia Suppose, it’s her ‘Journey All its Own’ …. Just I wish You would love this slow looking at her artwork for a bit longer time … As it is surely a ‘Journey All its Own’ ….
We all want to know a bit about ourselves .. Don’t we? We think we know a lot about ourselves .. Do we? You know about ‘Know thyself’ – it’s a famous saying … But did you ever wonder why it’s a bit difficult to know thyself? Have we looked deep down into our soul for a bit longer time? Do we take a bit longer dive into our soul? Are we comfortable enough to take the journey into our soul a bit longer time? Or do we feel restless resting in our own soul? Knowing thyself isn’t so easy, my dear … Learn the art of slow looking at your own self Knowing thyself is an art of learning through observation … To know thyself needs uninterrupted attention; So take time, dive deep and see your soul through your heart and mind ….
So when you visit my gallery You may reward a longer look at the precious artworks here …. Thus you may spend time with the precious journey that you own as well …
This ‘Journey All its Own’ is yours and yours only … I won’t say how you should look at it. It’s personal. You decide what you wish to look and what you feel about it … It’s about you and this ‘Journey’ …
I just feel happy that While you’re with my artwork, You may make your own discoveries out of your slow looking at it … As if you are diving deep and deep And forming a very special personal connection with it …
See my dear, I’m more interested about This special connection between you and my precious art piece, Specifically because ….. I so long to wish for that beautiful sight of You and your ‘Journey All Its Own’ ….
A New Journey All Its own …
And now tell me, which one/s you feel more connected to your own soul … what specific things would drive you to know yourself better …. Have you ever thought about it?
You are lingering Over my head like rain clouds … When will you fall like rain in my heart?
But wait … Not now … Not yet ……
Ever since I’ve acknowledged this f e e l ing Interestingly, I have felt less alone …
There are still some lingering doubts in my mind; though My journey into this has been very unplanned So practicing the pause and silence would probably work, telling myself … And the rain clouds are hovering over me …. Hence taking pause has become easy silently, and solitarily …
As if I’m in love with the bliss of solitude … These rain-clouds are lingering over my head And I’m looking at it from the bright side That they are with me means to me As if You’re with me!
So, wait .… Not now … Not yet …..
Fall like rain in my heart After sometime, after some pauses … Rain in my heart for no reason Let the clouds part, doubts be gone, Fall in love with me … Like a soft, whispering breeze while it rains Only after sometime, after some pauses …
Wanted to meet you wearing my white Kanchipuram saree in front of Taj Mahal …
Now you’re coming to the hospital To see me …
It would be quite an unexpected sight … But my heart is pounding at the very thought of it …
– Hello, are you okay? – Yes, I’m okay. – I’m sorry. – Why are you sorry? There’s nothing you could’ve done. It was supposed to happen the way I was so clumsy on the road – Why were you … – Umm. I’m sorry …
I couldn’t tell him, my heart was restless at the very thought of meeting him for the first time ever … So I was a bit unmindful and acted clumsily, and silly on the road and there the accident happened in the middle of the midnight …
– Hey, don’t worry. You’ll be fine. I’m coming to you.
Instantly there’s this faster beating of my heart at the very sound of him saying, ‘I’m coming to you.’
I wanted to meet you wearing my very traditional Kanchipuram white saree. It’s as elegant as Taj. I feel gorgeous in it. I have been keeping it aside the day we planned to meet in front of Taj.
Now you are coming to the hospital and I m wearing this dull hospital gown! How ironic is that ….. !
Oh, no! I think I could see him. That’s got to be him … How am I sure! Why not … I have seen him so Many times in my dreams … I know how he walks, how he looks, how he would talk to me …
Oh no! I dreamt of conversation over coffee with him … Now? What will I have with him? Or is he bringing soup and fruits for a patient (that’s me)? Unfortunately ….
He’s looking here and there … Not sure of the direction, I guess … Should I call him? Tell him to come straight over here … I’m just behind this long glass door and Precisely just follow the directions from where faster loud heartbeats are coming… That’s mine How can I manage my heart palpitations? I can hear it… It’s unmanageable …
Now, yes he’s near and has found me … Waving his hand in a friendly smiling manner … I’m just feeling shy even to wave back a little bit … As if I have become all still! My heart is beating so fast And I do not want him to see me like this … Nervous and blushing Hey, but I’m sick … My heart rate can be high And I can blush a bit Fortunately ….
There’s this beating in my heart, and It sounds like you … You told me when you would meet me, You’ll recite my favourite poem, and that’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock “Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky” Now you won’t be reciting the poem … Now you’ll just sit in front of my hospital bed And talk this or that … As if I would be in pain listening to your recitation, you would think … But trust me, I won’t be in pain To listen to you … Now I don’t know if you can hear me properly Cause at the back of my mind, I’m hearing you reciting, ‘Let us go then, you and I’ … I also feel to just leave this place You and I …
How boring this place is For two strangers to meet for the first time …
– Hey, finally, I’m able to see you. How are you now? (Your thoughtful words for me) – I’m just fine. The doctor said I can leave by 3 pm … – Really? That’s awesome then. It’s already 1 pm. Should we finalize the papers and payments etc? – Oh! Don’t worry! That’s already done. I just can wrap up all the papers and medicines. – Where’s your lugguge? – There’s a locker for the patients without attendance. So they kept those there. My hotel pickup car will soon arrive … – What? No ways! I’ve my car and you’re coming with me. I may drop you there. You’ll finish the checked in at your hotel and then take some time to freshen up. Then we’ll go for an early dinner, I mean if you would feel fine. Or we can meet tomorrow again. Don’t worry.
While he was saying all these words there, I was thinking all in my mind, ‘Then I’ll wear my white Kanchipuram saree for the dinner with him which I wanted to wear to meet him for the first time in front of Taj Mahal.’
He saw my blank look and suddenly I heard him asking, – Don’t you trust me?
There my heartbeat paused for a bit and I told him, – I trust you. – Did you listen what I said? – Yes, I did … – Good. So all’s settled then…
Finally we’re getting into cozy conversation… A quiet conversation Dwelling In the eternal love …
A simple prayer Powerful enough ‘You deserve happy’ …
You think you can stop loving someone, But in reality You can only hide that feeling, You never stop loving … Because once you love someone, There’s no undoing it … There’s only prayers of Happiness for them …
You are like a music Which creates melancholic moods inside my heart … A melody that lingers, night and day … I take time to listen to it, I find myself enchanted; When nothing seems to ease my restlessness I listen to you, my music To walk the long journey of life Even though it only creates melancholic moods But you are like that music to me Loving, healing, heart-touching Connecting my soul to you Forever and always ….
I put my heart and soul into my work, and I have lost my mind in the process. -Vincent Willem Van Gogh
It is true for each of my creative works. My paintings have its stories and often they echo my deep-rooted emotions and deep talk with myself. I live in each of its stories and moments of creativity.
So here I so very wish to share my stories of two paintings with you all.
A Tale of Twin Paintings
Finally Falguni has the other twin painting tittle ‘Hope Shines’. I am super happy that she has chosen this one. And then there the first twin painting titled ‘Follow the Soothing Breeze, Here’ already owned by my daughter …
Why am I saying this two paintings as ‘TWIN PAINTINGS’?
Because I painted this two paintings simultaneously, keeping them side by side using only one art paper, dividing them with masking tapes. And they both have the same wavelengths I felt at the time I was painting them. While I was working on this Twins, during their creative process, colouring, taking pauses, brushing, re-brushing, stroking the brushes here and there, I remember I was contemplating on various things, specially doing meaningful purposeful work for the rest of my life. A purpose greater than life itself. Many a times I felt discouraged and demotivated, but never ever I felt lost as to what next. I’ve been always having different ideas to move forward in life. Never look back what I couldn’t, but moving forward what I can. Just like the titles of the Twin Paintings, I have been following a Soothing Breeze instilled in my heart all my life keeping my ‘Hope’ Shines throughout this life’s journey so far ….
Amazing, na?
Now I’m so glad that one twin painting is with my little sister-friend Falguni, and the other twin has its permanent residence at my dear daughter’s far away homesweethome.
When I first shared the two paintings after seemingly finishing them with my daughter, she immediately asked me to keep the ‘Follow the Soothing Breeze Here’ painting for her. I just loved the urgency to book the painting for herself. So I did keep it aside for her, happily. Last time I visited NY, I took that painting for her home there. She has already few of my paintings at her home. Now all the people come to visit her place, they ask her about the paintings and she feels so proud to let them know, ‘My mom is an artist. These are her paintings.’ She has been my very own cheerleader from the day I started the painting journey in 2020. And from then onwards, I listened to her many suggestions for my Jian Bird Creates and my painting journey. She absolutely adores my creative style of living and specially this journey inspires her to follow the soothing breeze deep inside her loving beautiful heart for herself.
Now ‘Hope Shines’ had lost its Twin and was alone, passing its days with other dazzling paintings around it. One day Falguni came at my Fund raising event ‘Meet & Greet’ for love and light. She walked through my small Jian Bird Gallery, and there she found her ‘Hope Shines’. As definitely always her hope shines through all the ups and downs of life’s tragic and unexpected happenings and yet she continues to shine ✨ For that reason or some other, she decided to own the ‘Hope Shines’ …
For an artist, the canvas is his life, breath and philosophy. So when someone owns their artwork or creative piece, and genuinely wants to keep those with them, I as an artist consider it as honor. I feel they can relate to the piece as I do. And for most of my artworks, I had this conversational experience to tell a story or to evoke an emotion. And there are some who wants me to attach the story with it. I feel it’s a complete connection, from soul to soul.
Now I know my very first TWIN paintings will always remain as their beloved treasures at their soul-home wherever they go. They are themselves two amazing souls in the beautiful Earth, self-made, selfless and strong.
Lastly, I just want to say to ALL of you; Never forget. Hope shines only for those who believe.
Thanks, kindly, for stopping by and reading this long note from me.
Where the glacier meets the sky, the land ceases to be earthly, and the earth becomes one with the heavens; no sorrows live there anymore, and therefore joy is not necessary; beauty alone reigns there, beyond all demands”-
I dreamt of walking On mountains And I dreamt of meeting You ….
Here I’m walking On the lands of magical mountains … High above the crowds and the clouds, Under the ancient pine trees I’m in its close embrace .. Surrendering to the magnificence … Believe, I could see nothing In the thread of mist Caressing the wind Everywhere I see You …
Roksana Tales 