Without solitude, Love will not stay long by your side.
Because Love needs to rest, so that it can journey through the heavens and reveal itself in other forms.
Without solitude, no plant or animal can survive, no soil can remain productive, no child can learn about life, no artist can create, no work can grow and be transformed.
Solitude is not the absence of Love, but its complement.
Solitude is not the absence of company, but the moment when our soul is free to speak to us and help us decide what to do with our life.
Therefore, blessed are those who do not fear solitude, who are not afraid of their own company, who are not always desperately looking for something to do, something to amuse themselves with, something to judge.
If you are never alone, you cannot know yourself.
And if you do not know yourself, you will begin to fear the void.
When I was a little girl, everything in the world fell into either of these two categories: wrong or right. Black or white.
Now that I am an adult, I have put childish things aside and now I know that some things fall into wrong and some things fall into right. Some things are categorized as black and some things are categorized as white. But most things in the world aren’t either! Most things in the world aren’t black, aren’t white, aren’t wrong, aren’t right, but most of everything is just different.
And now I know that there’s nothing wrong with different, and that we can let things be different, we don’t have to try and make them black or white, we can just let them be grey.
And when I was a child, I thought that God was the God who only saw black and white. Now that I am no longer a child, I can see, that God is the God who can see the black and the white and the grey, too, and He dances on the grey!
Now that I’m an adult, I no longer think about right or wrong …. I’m just aging gracefully and with a smile Rushing through life’s most beautiful turns and moments … Where it doesn’t really matter What anyone will say …
Now that I’m an adult I no longer feel the necessity To be understood … If I become a good listener and can walk away from the unnecessary chaos around me … That’s enough for me …
Now that I’m an adult I understand me well …. I dance on the clouds … I fly high … I sing in the rain … I make friendships with strangers, If they’re black, white, brown or grey, it doesn’t matter… I trust the path … I enjoy the journey … I reach to where there’s only peace, love and only smiles … I have built a place where sorrows hide and love flying free and high … Thereon my soul itself becomes a love, true love all the time … And God is the God who loves me as I’m … He is ‘Okay’ with my colors whatever that is And keep a smile for me out there high above; Till the time comes to meet my Lord I embrace that colorful space with all my heart, and, fulfill my much needed soul’s quest … Grey is okay, I understand And I love colors though …
These two little authentic and original artworks, titled ‘Shiny Mountains’ were done on plain color fabric using acrylic paint and metallic paint … And then I embroidered my favourite pine trees on these … And then I used wooden standing frames to put these little paintings inside of the frames … And then I’m happy with the overall presentation of my little beauties … And then some people love these so much that they keep these in such an aesthetic manner to make a corner of their home artistic, just like this …
It might be a quite insignificant tale for others, but it’s never an insignificant story for me. The act of creating art serves as a means of healing for me and a way to exist as myself and in this journey I’ve found solace and a renewed sense of purpose.
It’s so humbling that I feel like I keep on creating and sharing my artworks for each and everyone.
I love these stories around Jian Bird Creates’ artworks and paintings. Truly life is about creating yourself through everyday stories. And I’m very happy that my stories are being created by Jian Bird Creates, a humble brand based out of a room in the Dhaka city of Bangladesh.
Thank you warmly, and for your love, honour and support in JBC artworks.
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Roksana Amelia Artist & Artrepreneur Jian Bird Creates
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 …
I’m sorry I took a lot of time I never thought You would notice let alone ask me about it …. So I am a bit nervous, feeling a bit overwhelmed It’s a bit difficult for me … Can the answer wait? I may reply a bit later but I don’t know May be or may be not … If I do not take time now And say that I wish to say … Then it may sound vulnerable Again it may or may not be To you; I do not know …. Just your presence lingering for a long, long, long time now without a trace of heartache … And it’s better unsaid to you … May be or may be not But I’ve never been happier to fall like this … And then I’m a bit upset also That you’ve noticed Even if you noticed Why did you have to ask me? You made me awkward … And that’s why I was a bit upset … Couldn’t you be silent? There are so many things to tell I have so many words to say May be not now, or may be now I believe it’s happening You’re becoming my idle thoughts … Then what’s the fuss about it? Then what’s that ‘May be or may be not’ at all? …
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 …
Beginning today, I will no longer worry about yesterday. It is in the past and the past will never change. Only I can change by choosing to do so.
Beginning today, I will no longer worry about tomorrow. Tomorrow will always be there, waiting for me to make the most of it. But I cannot make the most of tomorrow without first making the most of today.
Beginning today I will look in the mirror and I will see a person worthy of my respect and admiration. This capable person looking back at me is someone I enjoy spending time with and someone I would like to get to know better.
Beginning today, I will cherish each moment of my life. I value this gift bestowed upon me in this world and I will unselfishly share this gift with others. I will use this gift to enhance the lives of others.
Beginning today I will take a moment to step off the beaten path and to revel in the mysteries I encounter. I will face challenges with courage and determination. I will overcome what barriers there may be which hinder my quest for growth and self-improvement.
Beginning today, I will take life one day at a time, one step at a time. Discouragement will not be allowed to taint my positive self-image, my desire to succeed or my capacity to love.
Beginning today, I walk with renewed faith in human kindness. Regardless of what has gone before, I believe there is hope for a brighter and better future.
Beginning today, I will open my mind and my heart. I will welcome new experiences. I will meet new people. I will not expect perfection from myself nor anyone else: Perfection does not exist in an imperfect world. But I will applaud the attempt to overcome human foibles.
Beginning today, I am responsible for my own happiness and I will do things that make me happy. Admire the beautiful wonders of nature, listen to my favourite music, pet a kitten or a puppy, soak in a bubble bath. Pleasure can be found in the most simple of gestures.
Beginning today,I will learn something new;I will try something different;I will savour all the various flavors life has to offer me.I will change what I can and the rest I will let go. I will strive to become the best me I can possibly be.
Beginning today And every day.
– Penny White
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Please read this with a friend who needs to hear this ‘Beginning Today’ … God gives us faith to share. May we give it to others in the loving spirit in which it was given to us. Sharing is caring.
Raabta/ urdu (n.) inexplicable connection with another soul …
I have been suffering from the viral fever of the season for the last two days and this fever is quite different from what I had experienced before. So yesterday even in my feverish head and body, my mind felt to write something, that went like, ‘The cosmos is within us, the dance is absolutely amazing, let the universe find the questions you have, the answers you need” …. Then may be for a second or two, I felt hallucinations … may be or may be not … sometimes high temperatures do cause such things, right? However, I’m all fine with the fever still going on … So today, when I was going through those yesterday’s musings, I dropped the idea of writing further about the cosmos verses one, and really felt passionate about writing this one …
Raabta
So simple, yet I hope you like it ✨♥️
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Enchanting Kashmir’ has a hypnotic bell that keep ringing in my heart and soul … so you may find a lot of videos and images that I so dearly keep sharing … 😊
She’s truly honest In her honest prayers … Though within her unspeakable despair And impossibility, She couldn’t go away far; But always come back quite inevitably …
All frailties alone cast upon Her feeble hope that always exits; Her nature reigns upon her own soul … She holds on to her faith; yet so unfair her torments, Make the despair ever greater Widening her tears itself betwixt, She watches feebly all souls’ cruel wits …
Impossibility goes not to heaven Like a weak and an easy prey; Thinking is not same as knowing, So at her best, she spends in praying, Trusting each and everyday. At times, she tries to cease time But not her endless pray ….
(Whatever you wish: You know that you know But know you not; Truth is her lord And always you shall be; ‘My dear, (she whispers) I’ll serve what you deserve, Even if you talk So ungratefully. :Whenever you wish)
The injustice rankles yet More often loving comes to her aid. It is always worth keeping, Her emotion that rises and trips away springs; For the sake of her truth, she brings The words that breathe a reason Scaring the unfinished conversation even with self …
Though her skies are too dark (at the moment) With flowers in odor and in hue in sight, Now she excludes all and wanders through the night … Being more calm and bright, Letting all her doubts, thoughts and emotions pass by To enter the heaven, the endless light,
Lastly, she takes her flight.
So long, she loved at her best, A bittersweet farewell to her dear is the rest … She writes her last inscription just to let you in, ‘Please don’t hurt my soulful prayers, Forgive my selfish tears …. As I would take rebirth in this world, With my passion for you Deep, and fully blooming And quivers with bliss.’
Above, a bit complex verses, though I think it’s fine …
In a poem I usually use whatever can be called the melody long before I have reached an understanding of all that it might mean. Sometimes I think I can use that to my hearts’ fullness and other time I feel that it’s unfinished yet again conveying the emotions which convince me to love it as it is … To me, poetry attracts when only emotions endures ….
Querencia / Spanish /kɛˈrɛnθɪə, Spanish keˈrenθja, keˈrensja/ (adj.) a place where one feels safe, a place where one feels at home …
Just thought to add an audio of these verses. Excuse my terrible voice and poor sound effects🙏 I took quite a few attempts for this and lastly I thought, ‘Okay, let it be.’ 🤷🏿♀️
I know you all are kind, compassionate and thoughtful.
My heart is full of many things to say to you But I feel speech is nothing to you at all …
I believe We shall surely see each other someday Though I’m afraid I wouldn’t deliver the observations So far I’ve made …. The emotions that’s touching me these days, In moments so weird ….
I believe Love is an act of forgiveness A tender look that may become So sad But what do I do out of it? My tender look is my Strange habit ….
I believe My undefined patience And the passion of my angels Give me much relief Cause I know you … Although you show your indifference But I bet it’s only out of love, Not hate …
Then suddenly I get this bittersweet feeling of onsra, that whatever little we have is coming to a close
My heart is full of many things to say to you But I feel speech is nothing to you at all
In-Yun / korean / (n.) The ties between people over the course of their lives, and the belief that we meet certain people because we had interactions with them in thousands of past lives …
It’s a word in Korean, In-Yun, it means fate. But it’s specifically about relationships between people. It’s an In-Yun, if two strangers even walk by each other in the street, and their clothes accidentally brush. Because it means there must have been something between them in their past lives. If two people get married, they say it’s because there have been 8,000 layers of In-Yun over 8,000 lifetimes ….
Commuovere (Italian) /ko’mːwɔvere/ (v.) this word means you’ve been moved or touched or had your heart warmed, by someone. Specifically, it’s a story that has stirred your heart or moved you to tears …
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Sometimes I do feel a bit of strange when I find my mind chooses the words that tread the hazy line between romance, or emotions of two potential lovers or just someone who I may have met somewhere, in my imagination or real, or virtually, or anywhere in the universe, … then I feel that while writing it’s not necessarily solely about me all the time and it’s not what it seems as well and it’s just something that makes me feel happy when I can express certain feelings as it comes within; Often I know, through these words, I simply may portray someone else’s longing, or devotion, or heartbreaking phase, or someone who might be seeking solace from the world of separation, or someone who makes his love stronger even when it’s over … or just about me trying to find the right words to describe an indescribable feeling within ….
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Felt a quite chaos while painting it, so I named it CHAOS
Sometimes somehow I feel funny writing all these letters of love. Then sometimes somehow I know somewhere someone may resonate all of my these simple, plain and quite undecorated letters of love for themselves … And then all the time I know that the letters of love may differ from person to person, but the in-depth feelings of love remain the same…
Roksana Tales 