“Nothing we encounter is by chance, for each is a Godsend in this life. It may not seem clear at the time,… — 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… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“Books that nourish the lonely hearts....as they make a song in desolate times.....they build a house to take you in when the… — Jayita Bhattacharjee Copy Share Image
“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
“Memories of the past are strewn like shards of glass, sometimes, lost in the mist, a distant blur, yet alive. You walk… — 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
“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
“As the lilac-scented breeze carries the memories...there remains the lingering reminder of the times we hold in deep...for to love deeply and… — 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
