“The lyrics gather in my soul, as the blooms burst in air, and what flows from my lips is a symphony long… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“Whatever jasmines whispered to the breeze, brought sweets to the night, For there it dove, deep into the heart, The rush of… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“You may tear the petals, but the scent still remains. You may close the chapter, but the ink still remains. The unfinished… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“Every petal tells the story of how a bud blossomed into a flower, pushing through the night and opening in dawn. This… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“You may burn the pages but the story still remains. You may tear the petals but the fragrance still remains.” — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“oy is held in the seed of agony, for what was closed in the winds of grief, now opens as a flower.… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“You may tear the petals, but the scent still remains. You may close the story, but the ink still remains.” — 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 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
“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
“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 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
“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 Image
“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 Image
“In the laughter of soul, the century-old agony is freed, like petals loosened in spring.” — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
