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1 " You walk away from the unneeded noise to plunge into the unwavering wisdom. Walking away from what seems to be life walks you in to the beat of it. "
― Jayita Bhattacharjee
2 " This is not the haze that has clouded your eyes for the first time...neither it is the fog that will mystify you for the last ....for a thirst so fierce dries your lips....for a mouthful of melodies....the thirst that overpowers every loss....like the honey that smoothens the sharpest of edges....so your lips can live with songs and not scars.....so dawn will show unannounced in the thickest of dark....so you will heal as you kiss your wounds....as you pick up what is left of the broken promises....and wishes that remain unfulfilled.....so you will press those pieces like roses between the pages....and every tear will turn to a sonnet...so in the dark.... if you collapse into a powerlessness...you will still remain.....with lips full of lyrics..... "
3 " The lyrics gather in my soul, as the blooms burst in air, and what flows from my lips is a symphony long held inside. "
4 " Sometimes allowing another to enter your soul and feel your feeling is the beginning of a relatedness. Sometimes opening the door and quivering in another's ache is the beginning of a companionship..... "
5 " The paradox is that, we attempt to disown our stories to appear whole and acceptable, but our wholeness is grounded in the acknowledgement of our brokenness. Hanging from the ragged edge, you learn to resurface with what is truly whole. "
6 " Walking into the forest, you return to your roots. Disconnected from the chaos, you get reconnected with the beat of life. Disengaging yourself from the grip of pain, you engage your soul in finding the purpose. "
7 " A soul that smiles in empathy is a soul that blew away the sadness as the wild wilds blew. A soul that parts its lips is a soul that smiled away the sadness, as the autumn leaves flew.... "
8 " Of what use are the memories if not to grow flowers..... on the barren fields. Of what use are the falling tears if not to weave the string of pearls in the hardest hours... "
9 " In the midst of winter, time pulls back to look you in the eye and that's when the freezing begins to explode inside and igniting comes as a slow burn of dense emotions..... "
10 " Spring buds burst to bloom, and the river carries their song of life. "
11 " That which wrings the lonesome cry into delight, that which comes as a call of the wild winds, that which dulls every word and weds your soul to an ecstasy, 'astonishment' is its name...... "
12 " There is a wonder deeper than the pleasures, there is an awe far-reaching than the contempt and it is the root of the root of astonishment that gathers as an art on a canvas or as a song on the lips.... "
13 " A wisdom so penetrating, emerges from the trees. On its trunk is carved the seasons and their storms it stood up to, the courage it held out against the unsympathetic felling, yet stood calm and composed. How collected it is amid the laughter of storms. "
14 " Beauty rises ...from a place of tenderness...for it is what pushes a human.... to be humane.... "
15 " It is an act of courage to feel the deepest of feelings. It is an act of endurance to carry the thickest of emotions and yet to remain expansive in joy.... "
16 " The moving, living river carries the soul of this earth. The murmurs of its music, how the whispers arise from the riverbed, only to lull you in the deeps. "
17 " Its the memories we made along the way, its the words we recited to one another's ears, its the whispers that fell in the sheltering comfort. Its that what remains, all else turns to a blur... "
18 " Writing is romancing your heart. To hold a pen is to demystify the mystery wrapped in exoticism to lead the allured eyes to something so real, that you tremble in your deeps.... "
19 " A woman, visible yet so invisible, whom the world thinks of as fragile, she turns that fragility into power....... "
20 " Books---in them is engraved the constellation of words, the cluster of stars that a pen brings down from the sky to the leaf.... "
