Someone

Someone said nothing and I still heard love …

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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 …

April, 2025, Maldives

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?
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If You Ever Miss Me

Don’t miss me
But if you ever miss me
Miss me without any reason
Like the wind that comes and goes …

Miss me like reaching for your mug
And finding it warm
Not because it’s full
But because you once held it …

Miss me like the shoes by the door
Not loud, not calling, but there,
Familiar and still …

Like how sunlight lands
On the same chair each morning
Even when no one sits there, miss me like that

No need for words or stories
No searching for meaning
If you miss me, let it be quiet, like breath …

Don’t miss me
But if you ever miss me
Miss me the way silence holds a room after a song has ended
Not needing more
But remembering everything …

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So many tragedies happen in the world every day. Today, June 12th, a plane crash in Ahmedabad reminds us how unpredictable life is. If you miss someone, tell them now. Let them know they matter. What are you waiting for?

Hiraeth

You live in the hush between footsteps
Where city streets hold the calm of your stride
And your coffee becomes a quiet ritual
No rush
Just the rhythm of your own becoming …

The world moves, but you are not chasing it
Shopfronts blur behind you like pages already read
Your strength wraps around your soul
Here, and now, in the heart of the everyday life …

Anchoring everything without demand, May, 2025, Oxford Circus, London

Hiraeth/ Welsh
(/ˈhɪər.aɪθ/ or /ˈhɪər.æθ/)
A homesickness for a place you can’t return to, or that never was. It’s a deep longing, part memory, part desire, for something lost, or something just out of reach.

A peaceful presence touched by unspoken depth

Smile, My Friend

No Matter What, Smile

You might say it’s easy for me to say this
But let me put on your shoes and step into
your struggles
your pain
your heartaches
your betrayals
your despair
and your losses

Even then,
with all of it held in my heart,
I’ll still say this:

Smile, my friend. No matter what

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What if this one small smile is the first light breaking through? You never know. So Smile always, my dear! No matter what!

Why Is Love So Sweet?

Why is love so sweet?
Maybe love is sweet because it doesn’t ask to be explained
It shows up in the smallest gestures
A glance held a little longer
A smile that stays even after you’ve looked away …

When I write ‘I♥️’
I’m not writing a word
I’m pointing toward you …
Toward the way your presence softens the edges of my day …
Toward the way love makes ordinary moments glow …
You are what I mean
Without needing to say anything more …

After quite a while, I’ve written something that resembles a love poem, if it can be called that

The words came to me unexpectedly. I suddenly thought, ‘Why is love so sweet?’ And just like that, the rest flowed through me as if it had been waiting all along

On a different note, I’ve recently been watching the Netflix series When Life Gives You Tangerines’ and maybe, in its quiet moments and tender storytelling, it’s been softening something in me, opening a space where words like these could return

Funny question! Have you seen this Netflix series, ‘When Life Gives You Tangerines?’

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Étranger

Sometimes, I find myself simply observing those who seem ‘normal’, the way they speak, the words they choose to describe their experiences, how they react, or how they present their abilities with such careful confidence. Their ease in communication fascinates me, as if they instinctively know how to navigate social expectations.

At times, being among them makes me feel out of place, as if I exist on a different wavelength. Yet, I take myself lightly, even when they joke at my expense. I do not mind, because their amusement does not define me. In fact, I feel a strange sense of joy when they fail to understand me, because, deep down, that’s exactly what I prefer.

Those of us who are born different, who experience the world through a mind that society struggles to categorize, are often labeled with terms and diagnoses. But these labels do not define us. We are nature’s unique creation, wired to perceive life in ways they cannot grasp. And perhaps, they do not need to understand us.

Only a few people ever truly see us for who we are, and that is the rarest gift. The most powerful truth is that we are the ones who teach them how to understand us. It is not luck that allows them to connect with us, it is our choice to let them in. And for that, they are truly fortunate …

A tale from a psychologically challenged soul

Cherry blossoms in Ravenscourt Park, London

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Étranger/ french
Meaning is ‘Stranger’. It reflects the sense of being apart from the norm, of existing on a different wavelength, and not being fully understood by society

Satori

If everyone approaches their work with grace and sees their path as a masterpiece in progress, each action becomes meaningful, turning life into a beautiful creation

Be a mindful rebel, challenge the ordinary with awareness, embrace creativity with intention, and walk your path with purpose

Be in the journey, for the destination is not the priority. Every step, every moment, and every experience shape the masterpiece of your life

So there is no sorrow if you travel alone, your journey is yours to embrace. Walk with courage, let solitude be your strength, and trust that every path you take is leading you exactly where you need to be

Satori/ (悟り)
a Japanese word meaning ‘awakening’ or ‘enlightenment,’ capturing the essence of mindful rebellion, purposeful journeying, and embracing one’s unique path with grace.

Zikr

The hands that give will one day be empty
The voice that speaks will soon fade into silence

What remains when time takes it all away?

#roksanatales

London Central Mosque, Friday, 21 March, 2025

“Zikr” (ذکر)/ arabic word
meaning remembrance, often used in a spiritual context to signify remembering what truly matters

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Be Gentle with Me, My Love

Be gentle with me, my love
Like the dawn touching the sea
Soft, steady, never rushing forward

Be gentle with me, my love
Like roots holding the ancient tree
Firm, patient, never demanding more

Be gentle with me, my love
Like mist wrapping the quiet hills
Light, lingering, never pressing too close

Be gentle with me, my love
Like a river shaping the stone
Persistent, tender, never breaking apart

Be gentle with me, my love
Like the moon pulling the tides
Distant, devoted, never letting go

Be gentle with me, my love

I♥️

Vedānā

It may seem to others that you’re in a phase of soul-searching, but they won’t realize, you’ve already found your soul. This journey has been profoundly beautiful and transformative, yet difficult for others to comprehend. You may try to share, but understand that some people struggle to express themselves, and everyone sees the world through their own lens

As Rumi once said, ‘The soul has been given its own ears to hear things the mind does not understand’, you know there is no right or wrong in differing perspectives, only different spaces, energies, or levels of understanding. Don’t risk having your truth entirely misunderstood, for in sharing, its quiet beauty might be stripped away. Instead, you smile, let them hold onto their thoughts, and walk away

This journey is yours alone. Perspectives may differ, but while no one is perfect, each person is uniquely their own

Simply believe in respect for all

Vedānā/ pali/sanskrit
Vedānā refers to a deep, intuitive feeling or sensation—beyond words, beyond logic

Also, does anyone have another title suggestion for this musing?

Also, lately, I’ve been hooked on the soulful song “Na Tum Samjhe” by Sajjad Ali. It has a gentle, melancholic tune with soothing melodies and heartfelt lyrics that capture unspoken emotions beautifully

Na Tum Samjhe

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Two Friends’ Magical Nepal Trip

With My মানিকজোড়, bestie
A Magical Nepal Trip

For a long long time, we’ve dreamed of embarking on this journey together, and then, there amidst the majestic Himalayan range, we were finally living that dream. Alhamdulillah. It’s a deeply humbling experience that makes us feel connected to the universe itself. Truly, when you desire something with all your heart, the entire universe conspires to help you find that joy. So here it is! I want to tell the story of Two Friends’ Magical trip to Nepal

But first tell me, how can one person be so much organized? And how does she care so much for her loved ones? My bestie, Jamia, is just like that, thoughtful, meticulous, and always looking out for others

Whenever she takes me out somewhere, it becomes a big task for her because she has to look after me. She’s always reminding me, “Shima, did you drink water? You’ll get dehydrated! Why are you doing that now? Go to sleep. Oh, you’re so forgetful. How will this work!? No, no, we’re not spending a penny on this task. Now drink water. Why do you keep taking pictures all the time? Let’s stand still for a moment, just the two of us. Listen, finish this task first so I can do the final bit. Okay, here, drink some water and eat this orange” and the list is long ….

I mean, I travel a lot too, and when I’m alone, I take care of myself. But when I’m with my loved ones, I somehow become more careless, forgetful, and carefree. All my disorganized habits come out, and they naturally take over the responsibilities for me. And I happily embrace both their care and their scolding. They guide me and make my journey easier

That’s what Jamia does

I still remember so clearly, years ago, I was wandering alone in the school corridor, searching for my class but hesitating to enter any room. Then, with her radiant smile and bright, flowing hair, Jamia stepped out of a classroom, took my hand, and led me inside. As a child, I was incredibly introverted, struggling to connect with people, while Jamia was the exact opposite, effortlessly friendly with everyone. Yet, despite our differences, I found myself always following her, and she, with her warmth, never let go of my hand. She held it in Grade 1, and even after all these years, she still does

For years, we talked about celebrating our friendship with a trip, just the two of us, traveling somewhere new. Finally, we chose majestic Nepal, drawn by its serene mountains and breathtaking landscapes. Little did I know, this trip would not only mark our first adventure together but also coincide with a milestone in my artistic journey, my first-ever regional exhibition. It felt as if the universe had aligned everything perfectly. Traveling to Nepal with her, sharing these unforgettable days, made them some of the happiest of my life. I cherish my exhibition experience even more because she was there with me. I don’t know how the Almighty was so generous to us, but we felt humbled, enriched, and deeply grateful, as if we had already lived a lifetime together

From the moment we arrived, Nepal welcomed us with open arms. We explored vibrant Kathmandu and picturesque Nagarkot, weaving through the wonders of majestic Chandragiri Hills, the sacred Maheswari Temple, the spiritual Pashupatinath Temple, the enchanting Garden of Dreams, the historic streets of Bhaktapur, the peaceful Shanti Danda, the breathtaking Buddha Peace Nagarkot Suspension Bridge, the magnificent Boudhanath Stupa, and the awe-inspiring Swayambhunath Temple. Shopping in bustling Thamel was an adventure in itself, filled with laughter and endless discoveries. Despite losing our way a few times, we wandered excitedly, knowing that getting lost was part of the fun

Our stay at Kathmandu Guest House for five days was an experience in itself. Nestled in the heart of Thamel, it had the perfect mix of charm, history, and tranquility. Jamia loved it from the very first moment, its peaceful courtyards, vintage decor, and the warm hospitality instantly made her feel at home. She would often say, “Let’s stay here forever!” And I could see why, our mornings started with quiet breakfasts, and our evenings ended with conversations under the soft glow of lanterns. It felt like a world within a world, a little sanctuary amidst the city’s energy

Our stay at charming Club Himalaya was equally unforgettable. We welcomed the sunrise from our balcony, its golden glow painting the sky, just as we had witnessed the surreal sunset the night before. It felt as if the entire majestic Himalayas were embracing us

I must share a beautiful story of an antique kettle. Jamia saw a beautiful antique kettle at the souvenir shop at the Club Himalaya hotel, and she bought it, and I had my eye on it too. So I was asking for another one. Unfortunately, there was only one piece, and Jamia felt genuinely sorry that I couldn’t have it. Determined to make it right, she promised that she would search for another similar kettle somewhere in Kathmandu

On our way back from Nagarkot, wherever she went, she kept looking for that kettle. Finally, luck was on our side, she found it in one of the antique shops near Boudha Stupa. She was beyond happy, almost as if she had accomplished a personal mission. Though I ended up buying a smaller version because the larger one had a slight defect, her joy was in knowing that she had found me the same kettle she had taken from Club Himalaya

And that’s the beauty of true friendship, it’s the satisfaction of a friend who selflessly thinks of you, even in the smallest things. Isn’t it?

However, no trip is complete without a few amusing mishaps! On our very first day, everything seemed to be going hilariously wrong, Jamia’s struggles at immigration, my painting almost being left at the boarding area, my dramatic lassi spill at Dechenling Garden Restaurant, and our accidental detour to Babar Mahal, which turned into an unexpected delight. At Babar Mahal, I found myself feeling slightly uneasy at the sight of the regal statues and portraits. And there was Jamia, calm and amused, watching me with that knowing smile!

Despite her love for exploring, Jamia wasn’t particularly drawn to temples, so we kept our visits to Pashupatinath and Bhaktapur brief. Even so, she was patient, giving me time to take in their beauty. But when it came to the Nagarkot Suspension Bridge, it was an entirely different story, there, we both found pure exhilaration, experiencing the thrill of crossing together

Thamel’s lively streets became our playground. Jamia quickly mastered the routes, while I struggled to navigate. What amazed me most was her shopping, she wasn’t buying for herself but for everyone else. “And what about you?” I asked. She just smiled. But together, we did buy one special thing, a Sarangi, a traditional musical instrument. One day, we’ll play it together

Taking a trip to the mountains with someone is my love language

And then, there was the most magical moment of all, seeing Mount Everest. From the plane, we caught a distant glimpse when the captain announced its presence. But nothing compared to the awe of witnessing it from Chandragiri Hills. And again, on our way to Nagarkot, the sky was so clear that we saw Everest’s peak shining in the distance. We hadn’t expected it, yet there it was, a dream fulfilled in the most unexpected, beautiful way

This trip gave us countless memories, some planned, many surprises, all unforgettable. It was more than just a journey; it was a celebration of friendship, of the moments that shape us, of the peace and joy that come from being with someone who truly understands you

I always say, I don’t just seek inspiration; I create it, with all my heart and soul, wherever I am. This journey, with Jamia beside me, became one of the most inspiring moments of my life. And for that, I know, we have to plan another trip together! I’ve already decided, and now she knows too

“A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out.”

This is what our friendship means to me. Jamia was there when I hesitated to step into a classroom years ago, and she’s still here, holding my hand through life’s adventures. No matter where we go, no matter what we do, she always stays. And that, to me, is the truest kind of friendship

As lifelong ‘friends forever’ we don’t believe in matching outfits; we believe in matching thoughts, aspirations, dreams, understanding, and mutual respect.

Sharing some beautiful glimpses of our
‘Two Friends’ Magical Nepal Trip’

Enjoy, and bless us with prayers for good health and a great spirit to create many more trips like this. Ameen

23rd – 27th January, 2025
Nepal

Jhim Jhimaune Aankha – Fav Nepalese Folk Song

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This is one of my favorite Nepalese folk songs, Jhim Jhimaune Aankha. I’ve been listening to it on loop! Its melody and lyrics evoke deep emotions, making it a truly beautiful piece. “The blinking eyes have tangled my heart”

Also let me know which places or pictures you’ve liked from all of these!

Thank you

My happiest days with my dearest Jamia in Nepal. Some glimpses from this magical trip …
Nepal, until we meet again

Saudade

I’ve left my heart over there
Alive in the mountain’s embrace
Where silence speaks louder than words ….

Saudade/ portuguese
(n.) a profound emotional state of longing or nostalgia, often for something or someone absent, with a mix of melancholy and beauty

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Have you ever experienced a deep longing or nostalgia for a place?

For me, it’s Kashmir. You probably already know this, don’t you?

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Just Right Now

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

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 …

Truth is, I Miss You

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

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Mystère

I love the mystery in you
A quiet depth, like a still lake at dusk
Holding reflections that shift with every glance 

The shadow you cast
Is not absence but presence
A soft veil over what could be, inviting me to wonder, not to solve …

You are a riddle
Pieces scattered like stars in a wide open sky
Each clue a whisper of meaning, yet the answer stays just out of reach …

A whirlwind stirs within you
Not chaos but motion
Drawing me closer, only to spin me into wonder again …

You are a mystery box
Sealed with care and quiet allure
Its weight a promise of something unseen
Waiting for those who dare to open without haste …

And yet, I do not seek to solve you
For the beauty lies in not knowing
To stand at the edge of your mystery is a wonder enough for me …

#roksanatales

The word “Mystère” comes from the Latin word “mysterium,” meaning “secret” or “something hidden.” 

The unknown can be beautiful and fascinating in its own right

What do you say?

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Enduring Light


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 …

🌺 ✨

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 …

What brings you joy? – I always wonder!

Inner Solace

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 

#roksanatales

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 …

How do you find your inner solace?

Yet still, It is enough …

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 …

Resonance

I’m listening to a song
Hoping you are too …
It feels like it carries messages
Only you would understand …

I dive into its meaning
As if the lyrics are threads
Weaving stories of us
In a language only the heart speaks …

It tells me you are light
Not blinding, but steady …
A quiet presence
That shifts the shadows in my world …

My heart whispers
‘Stay, even for a moment’ …
It doesn’t care where life leads
It only wants to feel you here …

These feelings, unspoken and vast
Feel like gifts the song carries
I wonder if you’ll hear them too …

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Koi Jaane Na

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 …

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Shifting Energy, 2025

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

Embrace the magic of this powerful shift

Happy New Year, Beautiful People

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