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 …
The art of being average in everything allows you to explore various areas of life without the pressure to excel. Being average doesn’t mean lacking ambition; it means finding joy in trying and learning. It teaches humility, patience, and the beauty of imperfection
By letting go of the need to stand out, you discover freedom in just being yourself. It’s a quiet reminder that life is about experiences, not perfection, and every step has its own value
Simply put it is liberating. It is embracing balance and simplicity of life
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Do share what you think about it. I always look forward to hearing your thoughts on my musings …
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
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 …
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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 …
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
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 …
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 …
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 …
Whenever even a small negative thought about someone crosses your mind, consciously and immediately shift your focus to something positive about them. Send that uplifting energy out into the universe
In doing so, you’ll nurture an inner positive transformation that benefits not only yourself but also those around you
Sometimes life feels like it has no deeper meaning, just a series of ordinary days. Yet, in those moments, the dazzling sunlight dancing through the trees reminds us that even the simplest moments can shine with dazzling beauty …
Let’s disappear from this chaotic world … Into a place where silence speaks Where the air is light and untouched And we find ourselves anew, free …
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Ahh! This desire to escape from the noise and pressure of the world into a serene, untouched space where we rediscover our true self and experience a deep sense of freedom …
Intriguing, right? This idea of finding peace and clarity away from it all?
We carry these ingrained ideas of what makes a ‘good appearance.’ But isn’t it harsh, even cruel, that people are so often judged by someone else’s idea of beauty, rather than who they really are?
As Oscar Wilde once said, ‘Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.’ Yet society pressures us to fit into molds, to measure up to standards we may not even believe in ourselves. We’re expected to align with others’ notions of what makes an acceptable appearance.
Why should someone’s worth be tied to the clothes they wear, the style they choose, or how they carry themselves? And isn’t it even more unjust when these judgments overlook the depth of a person’s inner being, their kindness, resilience, and unique spirit? How often do we truly see each other for who we are, beyond the layers of judgment, appearance, and expectation?
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Sana contemplating … Can we be kind to each other as we’re?
When you choose to rise, to seek something greater You’ll sense the quiet stirring of the universe aligning Subtle forces shifting, pathways unfolding just for you …
Isn’t it wonderful how life begins to answer your call?
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 –
Returning to the mountains of Nepal There I hear a quiet prayer … The air holds stories, and The peaks remind me of something higher, A kind of majestic, and mysterious power Something beyond words As devotion follows me ever since Through its valleys and winds …
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Lord Shiva before the Himalayas, a breathtaking view at the Pumdikot Shiva Statue (Pokhara, Nepal
I see myself as a simple soul. I find joy in the little things, waking up to a humble breakfast, like a cup of tea, honey, a handmade roti (tortilla), vegetables with chilli and mustard seeds, and then spending unhurried time with loved ones, talking about the weather, some chores or sewing clothes, or something as small as jotting a note on a postcard. I’m content to sit with a few old coins, letting them clink together, or to play a tune on the harmonium, untrained, yet somehow it’s music to those dear to me …
That’s who I’m, a simple person at heart. Some don’t understand why I’m drawn to the mountains and valleys, places where life flows quietly, unhurried and unadorned. The people there live differently from those in the city; they don’t complicate life or chase after recognition, wealth, or fame. They are content just as they are, in a way that’s extraordinary without needing to say so. For me, smelling a flower feels like magic, extraordinary in its simplicity. To most, it may seem ordinary, but to me and those mountain souls, it’s everything …
One day, I dream of living in the mountains, waking each morning to their towering presence all around. The sun would rise over them, its rays meeting my face, bathing me in a warm glow of golden light. I’d be shining in that bright yellow, wouldn’t I? Tell me …
Can I also live there with your name permanently? As going back to the mountains would feel like an act of devotion, a fulfillment of a promise, leaving me with a heart softened and at peace …
(NB: I wasn’t sure about the title of this post. So I felt to take the first word that it’s started. I hope it’s fine)
You’re going to realize it one day that happiness was never about your job, or your degree, or being in a relationship. Happiness was never about following in the footsteps of all of those who came before you, it was never about being like the others
One day, you’re going to see it that happiness was always about the discovery, the hope, the listening to your heart and following it wherever it chose to go. Happiness was always about being kinder to yourself, it was always about embracing the person you were becoming
One day, you will understand that happiness was always about learning how to live with yourself, that happiness was never in the hands of other people. It was always about you. It was always about you
Bianca Sparacino
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Now tell me, What brings you genuine happiness? How do you nurture joy within yourself? What does it mean to feel truly at peace inside? How do you define a content and fulfilled inner self? What practices help you cultivate lasting happiness from within?
Wow, so many questions! But I really do love asking them, and even more, I enjoy hearing your responses …
Autumn arrives gently, with leaves of red, yellow and gold falling around me. I want to stay in its soft beauty, holding onto the fading light a little longer …
I loved the way their steps moved together Effortless and in tune, as if they shared an unspoken rhythm … Such quiet harmony Such gentle peace Such a bond that needed no words Only the steady beat of their feet …
Love asks for nothing … In silence, strength grows within Heart vast, yet unseen
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Tell me about your favourite story
A person’s capacity for love and emotional depth is immense, but it may not be outwardly visible or recognized by others. But someone can hold deep feelings and a profound emotional state within themselves, even if those feelings are not acknowledged or reciprocated. There’s strength and richness of such unexpressed emotions and it only deepens quietly over time …
What do you think?
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Gunnen/ ductch (n.) to find happiness in someone else’s happiness because that’s how much you love them …
I wanted to talk with you To tell you everything, and my life What happens in a day … Only it fills my heart with joy To share all that I hold inside …
I don’t share much with others, It’s only you who stirs this feeling
I wanted to talk with you To know you as well To ask how your days go by, What happens in your world? What books do you read? What movie do you love to watch? What dress do you wear when you run in the morning? What food do you eat? How do you sleep? Do you snore? Do you like your job, or do you dream of another life? Do you love flowers? Do you love fruits? – I do But I don’t know anything about you …
But I wanted to know Do you prefer yellow or white? Do you sneeze in the dust, Or catch colds often? Just like me! Do you breathe in the stillness of nature, Or find peace in the city’s noise? – Oh, no!
I love nature, you know? I’m a child of the earth, through and through I wanted to share this with you And so much more – quite vulnerable, right?
But you see, I don’t share much with others It’s only you who draws this from me But you wouldn’t believe me, would you? It pains me to be this honest But it’s alright, I suppose How could you believe me When you hardly know me And I haven’t truly known you either?
Isn’t it a tragedy of the universe That if it understood the misery Of your absence from my life It might never have placed us On separate lands?
And how can we ever know one another like this? Still, I wanted to share my whole universe with you Do you ever want the same? Or you want the universe between us?
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Poo Avizhum Pozhudhil
Do I look like a South Indian in any way? A long time ago, when I was in university, some Indian classmates mentioned that I had the features of a South Indian woman. Sometimes I used to wear sarees back then, and maybe that added to the perception. I’m not entirely sure what specific features they were referring to, but I do know that sarees are one of my favourite attires, I feel so liberated when I wear one and as it’s said ‘The saree’s grace, like the South Indian woman’s poise, flows in waves, boundless, timeless.” – I feel like draped in six yards of pure elegance
Now, to my WordPress Indian friends, what do you think? Do I resemble someone from South India?
In any case, I so much love South Indian food, such as, Masala dosa, Sambar, Upma etc, and recently I’ve fallen in love with a South Indian song, listening to it repeatedly, specially during my walks. There’s something about certain songs that feels addictive. I don’t understand the language, and I haven’t tried to find the meaning either. But the melody, the voice, the music, it’s captivating. The song is in Tamil, called ‘Poo Avizhum Pozhudhil.’
I’m not going to search for the meaning myself; instead, I’d love it if any of my Indian, South Indian, or Tamil-speaking friends could share the meaning with me. Here are the lyrics –
En moochu kuzhalilae Un paadal thavazhudhae Undaana isaiyilae Ul nenjam nanaiyudhae
Vaan veli meedhae Venmathi thondrum Aanveli melae Aval udhithaalae
Ven siragetraal En viral korthaal Kangalai maraithae Kanavukkul izhuthaal
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Another question 🙋♀️ Have you ever loved a song so much that it made you want to learn the language? That’s what happened to me with this song ♥️ Do you wish to share your any such favourite song with me?
Thank you for your time, kindness and precious presence in my life!
It’s Hyde Park. I took a walk there yesterday, and for the first time, I walked for miles in a saree, it felt quite refreshing. The weather was a mix of light sunshine, clouds, and occasional rain, but it only added to the charm of the park in the fall. I was glad to be there, soaking in the atmosphere and enjoying every moment, ‘My Happy Me Time’ ♥️♥️
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