JAYITA BHATTACHARJEE (M.S.) AUTHOR, NOVELIST, JOURNALIST (EDEN, OM TIMES, WATKINS MBS, KINDRED SPIRIT) FORMER INSTRUCTOR
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JAYITA BHATTACHARJEE
JAYITA BHATTACHARJEE
“Of this I am sure if the sky grows unlighted as the sun goes to sleep, the stars would appear for they are the signature of God.....”
....One Woman's Unceasing Quest Jayita Bhattacharjee “In this lightless dark, you appeared as the star across the sky and suddenly every other light went out for every wound got burnt, every tear turned to delight and this earth got impregnated with light again.”
..... Jayita Bhattacharjee “The scars are written in the stars and from it flowers the unrhymed poems and somewhere out there, a leaf trembles, a bird cries for it breaks through the frigid ground as the rain falls and the earth makes music again....."
..... Jayita Bhattacharjee “When your laughter breaks through the rocks, somewhere, somehow, a bud begins to bloom.....”
.... Jayita Bhattacharjee “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....”
...... Jayita Bhattacharjee “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.”
..... Jayita Bhattacharjee "Let us build a home together where we can lean into each other and speak of our dreams we once had of a humane world. Let us bring back the forgotten light in such an insane world, let us be sheltered in the arms of love and not hate. Above all, let us be humans again.”
.... Jayita Bhattacharjee “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.”
..... Jayita Bhattacharjee Speak to my heart, as I speak to you,
In the solitary times, in the lonesome nights, Do I look up to you, as the rain falls, From the silent sobbing of a soul so saddened, Who comes to you with a silent plea; I seek for the truth that goes beyond ages, I search for the beauty that rests in eternity, The beauty whose promise comes, From the whispers of a love, Falling from the lips of heaven. There is a freedom that breaks all chains, There is a beauty that breaks all sadness, There is a light that breaks through the darkness, There is a joy that overwhelms all pain. I search for an ecstasy that breaks all bounds, I search for a triumph that crosses all tragedies, I search for a delight that cascades in drought, I search for an elation to which every sorrow kneels. Speak to me, speak to me now, Whisper of love-lift my woes now. Rain down the words to my thirsting soul, The waters that fall from the heart of heaven, To lift all agony and fill with joy, So, I can rise from glory to glory. One touch of your love, And I rise from darkness to light, To behold the gold in the richness of your face. One touch of your mercy, And the breath comes down to mingle with me, The breath that turns every sorrow to joy, Is this the needed—Breath of Life, to me? The Breath that falls with hope, in a heart that has lost all. Your love that streams with an unceasing flow, So, the brook runs, in all the high and low, The brook that gives waters to my soul, As I yearn, from my thirst held inside. I rise in faith, I rise in light, As you carry me from despair to hope. I leap in delight, knowing no bounds, As you speak to my heart, soft and still, Deep inside me to soothe my agony. Through the darkest night, through the hardest fight, I choose to rise and live by your light, Through the valleys low, through the alleys dark, I choose to walk, in faith held high. You light my trails, as I topple and tumble, You light the darkness that weeps inside, You are my star in the blackest of pain. You are my glitter in the lonesome night. Unfolds my soul as I hold your hand, Who makes my troubles less to bear; Unfolds my bud as I open in your light, Who rises with love in the riches of gold; The frosts are past, the storms do not last, The light of thy love, With sweetness fills the earth. You are the answer, as my questions arise, You are the hope when the troubled waters flow. You are the carrier, when the burden seems to wear, Speak to me, speak to me now, So, I can't feel the pain. Speak to my heart, speak to my heart now, So, every fear is swept away, In the rising dawn of your love. You say hope and I cling to hope, You give light and I follow your path. ....The Ecstatic Dance Of Soul..Excerpt Jayita Bhattacharjee The line of worries seized my soul.
Will the flowers grow, Will the river run wild again, in the deepest of my deeps? Will I find the gold, as autumn takes its turn, for nothing of my soul can feel even the slightest emotion? Will I flutter in joy again, as the leaves do when this earth turns to spring? For all else seemed so blur, and nothing but a blur, Until the fires finally burnt within. In a stupor, thus I remained. Then I carried those last memories, took myself to the solitary woods, and sang my lingering melancholy. In an utter joy, my body trembled, for I felt my emotions high. What seemed so lifeless for all those years, then came to life, as my lips sang. .....'I Sense My Thirst..Excerpt Jayita Bhattacharjee |