“Poetry is a search for light from the war raging within; poetry is a search for beauty in this desert of life.” Quote by Jayita Bhattacharjee
“Love fully and grieve fully, if you lose; Only then, it makes you whole.” LifeInspirationalLightHealingEmotions Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“Love fully and grieve fully, if you lose; Only then, it keeps you whole.” LoveLifeInspirationalLightJoyHealingEmotions Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“There's something growing in the womb of dark; a world of light, a quiet explosion, for stars feast in the burst of night, And moon peeks with a blush on cheeks.” LifeInspirationalLightEarthNightNatureDarkMoonStar Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“There's something growing in the womb of dark; a world of light, a quiet explosion, for stars feast in the burst of night, And the moon peeks with a blush on its cheeks.” LifeInspirationalLightJoyNightNatureSkyMoonStar Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“There's something growing in the womb of dark; a world of light, a quiet explosion, for stars feast in the burst of night, And the moon peeks with blushing cheeks.” LifeInspirationalLightNightSkyMoonStar Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“Rooted in silence, you are the soul who gazes and grows. In a world of pleasures, you are the soul of eternal charm. You who seek, in you, is the ageless light.” LifeInspirationalLightEarthNatureSilenceSkySolitude Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“Returning to yourself, you come back to your soul with powerful beauty, for in such a homecoming, you become the glorious sun, bringing dawn into the valley of dust” LifeInspirationalLightEarthNatureSunSky Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“What was that?" Belgarath asked, coming back around the corner. "Brill," Silk replied blandly, pulling his Murgo robe back on. "Again?" Belgarath demanded with exasperation. "What was he doing this time?" "Trying to fly, last time I saw him." Silk smirked. The old man looked puzzled. "He wasn't doing it very well," Silk added. Belgarath shrugged. "Maybe it'll come to him in time." "He doesn't really have all that much time." Silk glanced out over the edge. "From far below - terribly far below - there came a faint, muffled crash; then, after several seconds, another. "Does bouncing count?" Silk asked. Belgarath made a wry face. "Not really." "Then I'd say he didn't learn in time." Silk said blithely.” Humor Book:Magician's Gambit Source: Magician's Gambit
“It is the unlived life we are starving for, the poem that never got penned, the canvas that sat blank all along. It is the story that remained untold, the flowers we never found in the rain of pain, that keep us thirsty inside.” LifeInspirationalLightEarthNatureFlowerBlossom Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“It is the unlived life we are starving for, the poem that never got penned, the canvas that sat blank all along. It is the story that remained untold, the flowers we never found in rain.” LifeInspirationalLightEarthNatureFlowerRainBlossom Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee