Jayita Bhattacharjee > Jayita's Quotes

“You are the moon
that lights my sea.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Awaken the dreamer within you, arouse the lover inside you, inspire the artist sleeping in you to find the solace in the light of grief that is bleeding in you, so you can be a dreamer, a lover, an artist, all over again.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“You are the thirsting rose,
drinking my light.....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“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...”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“You are the beautiful song waiting to be sung
You are the beautiful story waiting to be told.....”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“When grief cuts your heart and you let your tears roll.... it is God who makes music out of them…It can carry you back in time…the lyrics, the melody, that one song…..that can be the wordless prayer of your heart..”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“I AM LOVE

I am the fountain of peace, lake of tranquility,
I am the lips of blooming youth,
I am the wine of soul and rose of nature’s bosom,
I am the glimpse of beloved through amorous eyes.

I am the elation, the sacred shrine in the heart of
An innocent child;
The chalice of my love overflows with divine grace,
I am the rose whom lover’s lips have touched.

The dawn breaks with the echo of my heart song,
And whispers in the twilight; I am the beating heart inside of you,
The twinkling star in the night sky, the ardent desire in the swell of passion,
I am the tremulous lips parted in delight, an expression of love’s rhapsody.

I breathe fragrance into your heart’s essence, tearing away the veil
Of your sorrowful sigh, I am the flute which plays music to your ears,
I am the nature’s call, the echo of mountains, the wild dance of a swelling ocean.

I am the blazing fire of love arousing your soul to an eternal call;
I flow towards the beloved like a dancing stream; I am the sweetness of your soul,
Who fondles the book of caressing memories, beckoning you to be lost in my heart call.

I am the lost gem of love that your hungry soul has been searching for years;
I am the loving wreath of moments of happiness,
Your name, engraved on my heart shines as a rarest treasure;
That sparkles, illuminates on my desolate soul.

From thee I arise, and to Thee I surrender;
You are the gushing spring of my ecstasy,
As the wine of my life rests in the chalice of your heart,
Your lips press it to mine, sipping a sap of it,
I die to rebirth in that soul wine.

Beyond all language, beyond all words, wherein lies the land
Of enchanting silence; a paradise where lovers yearn to dissolve,
And clasp the timeless love to their bare bosom.
 ”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee , The Ecstatic Dance of Soul

“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.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee , The Ecstatic Dance of Soul

“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.”
― 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.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee,

“Your memories are embedded in the Seashells of Yesterdays...”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee,

“We never truly say Goodbye to the ones
we walked with, in the yesteryears of our lives.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee,

“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.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee,

“Until your heart has wept away in the rain of grief, you will fail to see--every loss leaves a beauty behind.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee,

“Maybe you are wandering on the shores, for what lies in the deep sea.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“You are the sun rising in my soul. You are the light rising in my sky.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Love is that unspoken feeling which when felt, makes you a poet, a singer, a dreamer.”
― 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.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“You are the poem rising through me. You are the melody escaping my lips. Could this be you—another me?”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The art of living lies in breaking the pain that once tried to break you.....

…...Musings of the Heart”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee,M.S.

“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”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Gazing at the bygone past, and how it painted the sky of our souls, leaving behind the color of every moment, that passed us by. Isn't it wonderful? You now know, nothing ever was truly gone. The sky holds it all.
The feelings you once felt in all those yesterdays, they tell their own tales. You realize, what you once created in love with others, never really left you behind.


…...Jayita Bhattacharjee”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The essence of yesterday can awaken a sleeping poetry. A touch, a tear and the rain begins. There shines the poetic soul, looking over the sea of memories..

…..Jayita Bhattacharjee”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Life, while it breaks one bud to blossom, it crushes another. One smile springs, while another dies. Such is the melody of life...

……..Jayita Bhattacharjee”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“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”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee, Dewdrops of Compassion: A Book That Sheds Light of Soul in the Flow of Spiritual Ecstasy

“Each moment carries its own story of life, ripping our souls apart, only to find that it is in the deepest opening of our secret selves, do we begin to bloom. But then life is a voyage of heart and soul, the excitement, the exploration from moment to moment.....
…...Jayita Bhattacharjee”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee, Dewdrops of Compassion: A Book That Sheds Light of Soul in the Flow of Spiritual Ecstasy

“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”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“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, amidst the lost battles.
Such is the richest color splash in words,
Laid down on papers, that stayed so empty,
For ages and ages.

At times, you may feel lost,
Wandering homeless in the woods,
But poetry that you write,
To drink the moonlight and madness,
Poetry that you spill on a canvas with words,
Calls you to fall, for life again.

The words that evoke the intense emotions,
The painting that gives the richest revelation,
The insight that deepens in a light so streaming,
Is the poetry that reveals the truth and beauty,
In a form so elemental, in a way so searching,
For a beauty so emotive,
Which trembles,
With the poetry's deepest digging.

The words that take your eyes to sleep,
The poetry that stills your raging feelings,
Is the portrait of words that carries you,
In emotions bottled within, held so deep,
For an era so long.
Forgotten they seemed, yet they arose,
With the word's deepest calling,
To the soul sleeping inside.
The poetry that traces your emotions with words,
Is a poetry that traces your soul with its lips,
To speak a language that your heart understands.

The Ecstatic Dance of Soul
Copyright 2020
Jayita Bhattacharjee”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“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,
What confinement has taught you to fly in sky?

I see the ocean in your eyes,
And I wonder,
What grief has brought such an oceanic vastness?
I hear the splashing in your laughter,
And I wonder,
What sorrow has brought this dancing madness?

I hear the brook babbling in your heart,
And I wonder,
What moss was gathered on the way that taught you to flow again?
I sense the delight in your soul,
And I wonder,
What sadness came with such wisdom, to release the running river again?

I see stars in your eyes,
And I wonder,
What darkness has given rise to the galaxy in you?
I see the sun rising in your soul,
And I wonder,
What night has brought such a glory in rise?


.....Jayita Bhattacharjee
Copyright 2019
Jayita Bhattacharjee”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“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.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee