“The night, the lips lost all words, The moon said it all, The sweet secrets of midnight moments, Why darkness bursts with… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“How deep is your soul? Is it an ocean..full of beauty and mystery, wild and free…having pearls in its deep..?” — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“Into the soul is a full moon in rise. Pushing aside the veil of fears, you find the liquid pearl.” — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“Of what use are the memories if not to grow flowers ... on the barren fields. Of what use are the falling… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“In the neighborhood of night, every tear is a pearl. Every soul in the dark has seen the moon, the hidden gem.” — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“They say: I love you. But in poetry, I say: In hour soul, I see a moon in the dark nights of… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“The weight of loss is heavier than the tears, And in the dense grief, we find the ocean and its shores, A… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“From the sea of self-reflection emerges the pearl of transformation for as you shed your old skin in the melted space of… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“They say: I love you. But in poetry, I say: In your soul, I see a moonrise in the dark nights of… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“When your eyes meet mine and memories collide…that's when galaxies are born in the sky...” — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share
“In the neighborhood of night, every tear is a pearl. Every soul in the dark has seen the moon, the hidden gem.” — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share
“Into the soul is a full moon in rise. Pushing aside the veil of fears, you find the liquid pearl.” — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share
“Lost in torment, you find the quivering ache that makes your lips tremble and a song flies. That is how a new world opens,… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share
“How deep is your soul? Is it an ocean..full of beauty and mystery, wild and free…having pearls in its deep..?” — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share
“Of what use are the memories if not to grow flowers ... on the barren fields. Of what use are the falling tears, if… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share
“The lyrics gather in my soul, as the blooms burst in air, and what flows from my lips is a symphony long held inside.” — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share
“In the laughter of soul, the century-old agony is freed, like petals loosened in spring.” — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share
“Nothing we encounter is by chance, for each is a Godsend in this life. It may not seem clear at the time, but as… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share
“From the sea of self-reflection emerges the pearl of transformation for as you shed your old skin in the melted space of deep, you… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share
“Stories begin when the last chapter says goodbye, when the last of tender feelings have seen their end, when two people release their saddest… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share
“Grief transforms you into someone you can't even recognize. For some it becomes a hard swim to the shores, becoming a fight for the… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share
“Grief does not kill the light...it reveals it…Agony does not kill the ecstasy…it unfolds it…Dark does not extinguish the Dawn...it unwinds it…” — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share
“God is the fruit of the soul, as we harvest our inner wealth. He is the holy wine, as we keep drinking from our… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share
