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“Before your voice drowns, And your eyes lose the light, Before your soul loses the song, Write! Before the flower fields, lose the scent, before the light of sky is covered by clouds, before the birdsongs dim in the sky, Write! Before you lose your ecstasy, hurled into a sea of loneliness, Before fate comes to take you away from the voice of your soul, Before you lose faith in beauty and eternity, Write! Before you drown in a sea of sadness, Before clouds gather and bring the rain, Before melancholy grips you tight, And you cannot recognize yourself, Before delights turn into thorns, And flowers lose their scent, Write!”

“So I loved you, to be fully alive, to sense my life before its over; to explore the places of my deep where feelings become music and moments turn into sonnets; So I desired you, to take birth again, to find joy in the womb of dark; to root both feet into the ground, yet to fly in the air; to explore our depths out of which love would spring as a sea of light; to feel the moment when our eyes would meet as sunlight kisses the waves; to sense the madness when our lips would meet as moonlight fills the night; to cut through all the impermanence, and sense one moment of eternity.”

“Courage as you define it is to write the story of your heart, the story that formed while your life came as a mixture of agony and amazement. Courage as you define it is to feel your unfelt self and let the feelings be penned down so it maybe someone's else's survival guide when they have lost their own. Courage as you define it is to keep believing for there are still some unfinished poems in this world. Courage as you define it is to keep walking for there are still some unwritten stories you need to pen before you surrender to the end.....”

“Falling in Love To fall in love with this universe is to feel the whispering of winds, and sense how snow falls with silent ease, how the world gets hushed with a frost so deep. Love is in knowing those century-old stories are carved in the trunks and barks. Love is in knowing that it is the quiet fire in the cold. To fall in love is to feel how the forest holds its quiet peace, how stories are held in the sleeping stones of the earth, how drums still play beneath the frost, keeping the quiet fire still alive. Love is in knowing that though winter can blanket the earth, but it can never dim the spirit, For the old soul has fallen in love. Love is in knowing that the winds call the spirit, and when night falls, Star trails carry the memories in every strand of light. So you hear the quiet song, rising from the earth to your depths. Jayita Bhattacharjee”

“Despite the despair and sadness, one must go out there and have a love affair with life. To the playful mind, every moment is a moment of festival, a journey to taste the fruit of life. Were it otherwise, the dew of heaven would never make us fresh, the sun would never burst to fill us with light, dusk would never paint the sky to awaken the lover in us, and the moon would never blush at night to call the poet in us.”

“Will you come?'..... Will you come and sit by me in this heavy silence? I do not call, for you to come and set me free. Nor do I wish, for you to come and take my agony. But will you hold me in your arms, when the tears fall, one by one? When the road ahead is too long to walk, when the pain unspoken, is heavy to the deep, and the sighs fall, in mute agony Will you come, and share with me a moment of silence? My friend, though I know, this journey is mine and mine alone; The pain is mine and mine to carry. But in the thick of grief, if the slog is heavy, Will you come, and sit by me, to let me know, I am not alone? This broken heart will stand up to life, for I will sit and sigh no more. But will flow as a river of light. Because of dark, I found the dawn. Because of agony, I found the joy. This broken heart is a mouth of songs. But while I journey from night to the morn, Will you come and sit by me, to share a moment in silence, to let me know, I am not alone?”

“The robins are singing, The sun is plunging, The farmers are hearing the call of homecoming. On sunset-bathed grass, Dusk came like a friend. Should they stay or should they go? A vastness sprawls on the distant sky, The neighbor of soul, the faceless wisdom, And in that moment, life budded into the deep.. Could it be that grandeur is heaven, that which is beyond all knowing, beyond all thunder, beyond all darkness, beyond the opening and closing, beyond perfection and decay? Is this the hour of wisdom, awakened by sunset, where nothing rises or rushes, leaving the shores with light?”

“Those we lose are never forgotten.. The ache remains, and no time can wipe the ache. When memories rush, they will cut you inside, and the river will freeze, but while breaking inside, you learn to live again, taking love and loss together, in your depths. Tides of time will come and leave, the quiet ache will soften, but footprints will remain of those who once lived. But the truth is, while grieving, you break and make at the same time. Grief breaks bit by bit, and the river flows, transforming you along the way. Where love once was, there, memories rush, and you make music out of them, holding them in your song. Grief, as it breaks, makes you flow with it, and so you build, making something beautiful with the memories, while flowing in the river of grief. This breaking and making becomes a journey of remembrance and honoring those who once came into our lives. Along the way, you learn how to carry the loss, yet live a life beyond the loss into the light.”