Jayita Bhattacharjee Quotes

We never truly say Goodbye to the ones
we walked with, in the yesteryears of our lives.

The defining loss becomes the defining point of your life. In the light rising from grief, every falling teardrop of your heart turns to a pearl of wisdom.

Love is that unspoken feeling which when felt, makes you a poet, a singer, a dreamer.

You are the poem rising through me. You are the melody escaping my lips. Could this be you - another me?

To walk by the sea and carry the sound inside, is to impregnate yourself with a hilarious delight.

A writer's life is of dreams and passion, the passion that trembles to give life to the lifeless, color to the colorless landscape, so as to discover hope amid hopelessness, and it becomes a story of power and truth.

May the sound of your heart become the music of your soul,

As you face the truth, it becomes a sophisticated story of pain, loss and life., a story that you can honor, as it challenges you to rise above your fears.
To deny one's own pain and loss is to put a lie on the lips of your own soul. But with the non-denial comes the bliss falling on your life.....


….Jayita Bhattacharjee

I began becoming that girl again, the girl who had wildflowers in hair, and madness in her soul, the girl who danced, trembling with emotions. I began becoming that girl again, the girl who sang her soul, longing to drink the wine of life again.....

May I never stop needing you,
May you never stop needing me,
May we always need one another,
Not so much to full our emptiness,
But to help us blossom into fullness.
So, all that was aching inside,
Finds an enchanting fulfillment,
The fulfillment that you longed for,
The fulfillment that I longed for,
Found its way at last, on the
Pebbled shores of love.
May we need one another
As a mountain needs a valley.
As in this needing, a mountain
Never loses the greatness,
Neither does a valley seem so small,
In the retreat of its majesty.
May we open to each other,
As a flower opens to the sun.
As in this opening,
The sunlight never ceases its splendor,
As the flower never fails to kiss the light.
May we mingle with each other,
As a river mingles with the ocean.
As in this mingling does the river fill the thirst,
And the ocean finds its delight.
May we meet each other,
As "the sand meets the sea."
As in this meeting, does the sand greet the love
That springs from the madness of sea.

Life is a gift of moments that is not ours to keep….cause it was designed by God above…..for they pass…and pass they must…while we live and relive through their beauty….and when the time comes…..we give the beauty back to God…knowing it was never ours in the first place….Such is the truth of life....

…..Jayita Bhattacharjee

With time you learn to love life again, which calls you to dream, to create. to pick up all the broken pieces of yesterday.

Leaving the memories behind, I am nobody.
Carrying them with me, I am somebody.
In honor of the forgotten past,
I pen the verses of my heart.
I arise with the sound of my soul.
I arise to write my history on every page.
I arise to pay off my debt.
I arise to open my arms to this breaking dawn.

Your memories are embedded in the Seashells of Yesterdays...

Maybe you are wandering on the shores, for what lies in the deep sea.

What doesn't drown you, lifts you in the light....

Love is in the hunger between the unwritten lyrics.
It is the meeting where time trembles,
it is then that poetry comes in search of you both...

We bear the pain that is cutting inside. We touch the grief, we nurture it, we embrace it, until it shows us a way, a different way. This is how love is born, in an injured soul.

……...Jayita Bhattacharjee

With time, through your loss, you begin to see a light in your crevice--the light that can heal so many buried bruises--an untold story that somehow trembles and finds a way through your heart to your pen. And as the world reads it, a light begins to rise in the sky.

The Poetry that Searches

Poetry that paints a portrait in words,
Poetry that spills the bottled emotions,
Gives life to the feelings deep inside,
Breaks through all the times wept,
To sweep you in a whirling ecstatic delight.

The chiseled marble of language,
The paint spattered canvas,
Where colors flow through words,
Where emotions roll on a canvas,
And it all begins with you.

The canvas that portrays the trembling you,
Through the feelings that splash,
Through the words that spatter,
All over the awaiting canvas.
Such is the painting sketched with passion,
Colored with the heart's unleashed emotions.

The poetry that reads your trembling heart,
The poetry that feeds the seed of your dreams,
That poetry that reveals light within rain,
Takes you to a place where beauty lies in stain.
The poetry that whispers-
"May you find the stars, in a night so dark,
May you find the moon, so rich with silver,
May you sip the madness and delight
In a night berserk with a wailing agony".
Such words that arise from spilling emotions,
So recklessly you fall, in love with life again.

So, you rise shedding your fears,
To chase after your dreams,
As you hear thunder in the rain,
That carries your pain,
Through the painting of words, colored with courage,
Splashed with ferocity, ami

You are the moon
that lights my sea.

The Broken Beauty
I see compassion in your eyes,
And I wonder,
What agony has taught you such tenderness?
I see kindness in your soul,
And I wonder,
What grief has taught you such gentleness?

I see light in your eyes,
And I wonder,
What suffering has broken into light?
I see wholeness rising in your heart,
And I wonder,
What brokenness has taught you such healing in life?

I see smiles blooming in your face,
And I wonder,
What bruise has brought you such beauty?
I smell fragrance of your soul.
And I wonder,
What murk has taught you to unfold?

I see kindness in your face,
And I wonder,
What severity has taught you such softness?
I see gratitude lighting your cheeks,
And I wonder,
What loss has taught you such humbleness?

I sense peace in your soul,
And I wonder,
What struggles have taught you to surrender?
I see shimmer in your eyes,
And I wonder,
What darkness has brought you to such light?

I sense peace in your heart,
And I wonder,
What defeat has taught you such a submission?
I see humility in your face,
And I wonder,
What trials have taught you such a gratitude?

I sense freedom in your breath,
And I wonder,
What restraint has brought such a release?
I see soaring of your wings,
And I wonder,

Looking through the eyes of grief, listening to the voices that rise from the grave, you bloom to a bud who sees the light breaking through the night.