“Whatever jasmines whispered to the breeze, brought sweets to the night, For there it dove, deep into the heart, The rush of scent, the poem of tenderness. Whatever the moon whispered to the breeze, brought blush to this face for… — 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
