“I wrote our love song, and it splashed the sky with the light of morning.” LifeInspirationalEarthNatureMorningSky Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“Taking the moon into my soul, I take the night into me. And, I became a candle in the dark.” LifeInspirationalNightNatureSkyWindMoon Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“Taking the moon into my soul, I took the night into me. And, I became a candle in the dark.” LifeInspirationalEarthNatureSkyWindMoon Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“By the light of stars, the caravan slogs on, for stars write dreams in their eyes, and longing becomes the wine of souls, athirst.” LifeInspirationalEarthNatureSkyStar Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“We make it back outside for my favourite time of day, golden hour swarming our senses. Pink intersperses with the blue and grey of the sky, like a beautiful storm is coming. What's left of the sun softly punches our faces, discouraging sobriety. A young girl passes us, hand in hand with her mother, the other hand an open palm, feeling for the light in the world. Del turns to me, the black of her eyes full and open.” SkyLondonCity Book:Small Worlds Source: Small Worlds
“In your eyes, I rested mine, and a thousand moments exploded, of love and tears, laughter and sadness, You and I, growing old together, finding stars at night.” LoveLifeInspirationalEarthNatureSkyMoonStar Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“The day you came to Earth, it was raining, Heaven wept; so it rained, The tears of sky, for Heaven, lost its sweet angel. How shall I compare this loss of heaven, When for Earth, you are a blessing?” LifeInspirationalEarthNatureSkyRain Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“Those we once loved, come back to us as dawn opens with quiet whispers, or as sunset songs. Sometimes, they walk in the scent of rain or as a perfume, released from opening the diary of memories.” LifeInspirationalEarthNatureSkyRain Author:Jayita Bhattacharjee
“The melancholy of the antique world seems to me more profound than that of the moderns, all of whom more or less imply that beyond the dark void lies immortality. But for the ancients that ‘black hole’ is infinity itself; their dreams loom and vanish against a background of immutable ebony. No crying out, no convulsions—nothing but the fixity of the pensive gaze. With the gods gone, and Christ not yet come, there was a unique moment, from Cicero to Marcus Aurelius, when man stood alone. Nowhere else do I find that particular grandeur.” DeathReligionHumanityAtheismImmortalityRomeNihilismModernismClassical Author:Flaubert Gustave
“While we are standing under the sky, screaming in thunder and crying in floodwater, we realize we have become victims of environmental disarray, preventing us from relishing the bright star backdrop and hearing the seasons' enchanting rhythm or following the quiet birds' migration and experiencing the stillness of an ancient tree. (“Rain Man - With a sky out of control“)” WaterSkyFloodThunderStilnessAncient TreeBird MigrationNviromental DisarraySeasons Rhythm Author:Erik Pevernagie