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“Act of giving something to others is an art of flowering your heart.”
― Vinayak

“Note what the catalogue says about colour and height and time of flowering, choose the appropriate shade of crayon and mark position of plant on plan. You will soon see what would make good neighbours nd what would be fatal. Last year I dumped a lot of seeds haphazardly in a hurry and got mesembryanthemums and a new ‘electric orangeâ€� calendula mingled with a scarlet eschscholtzia and even the thought of it makes me shudder yet. The conjunction of paralytic pink, blinding blood-orange and genuine clear scarlet was practically un-lookable at. I expected it to blow up at any moment, â€�”
― Ethelind Fearon

“Hope is a fertile soil where flowers blossoms.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, The Alphabets of Success: Passion Driven Life

“You are in love, and suddenly flowers release their scent.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“In the thirst, I hear soundless whispers, music of the wild winds.
As the valley of grief hums a song, and stones break into roses.
The frigid sadness burns through the layers of clouds,
And slowly I recognize, my soul of light.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Longing for the poem, you become a poet. Longing for the waters, you become the river. Longing for the light as the dark grows thick, you become the starflowers of the night. It is the thirst that makes you the carver as you draw the longing into the deep.”
― Jayita Bhattacharje

“That the flower that goes to sleep, never wakes up to life, is what makes the blossom a forget-me-not.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“That the flower that goes to sleep, never wakes up to life, is what turns the blossom into a forget-me-not.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“It may seem that the cold November rain killed the memories, but deep down, the roots hold the light of those days. On the grounds, they flower, as fresh snowdrops in the snow.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Poetry is thunder, wrapped in soft satin. A poem is a rose wrapped in snow.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“With a leaf, a flower, and a river in your soul, you will eternally remain fresh.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Bewildered I am at the flowers opening, and birdsongs escaping into the sky, in wild freedom. A house of love, I sense all around, and the universe plays its music in me.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The slow melting of grief I sense, as the river wakes in the rush of spring. Let us gather flowers in our still deep.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The slow melting of grief I sense, as the river wakes in the rush of spring. Let me gather flowers in my still deep.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“You, me, and the poetry of our hearts,
the tides of feelings flood the pages,
the verses unwind as whispers float,
the perfumed moments, sweet and heady,
for the letters we share is not a dead rose.
Bottled emotions, now bursting in the breeze,
The scent of our souls shyly unfolds,
leaving trails of light in the winter winds.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“You, me, and the poetry of our hearts,
as the tides of feelings flood the pages,
and verses unwind, for whispers float,
the perfumed moments, sweet and heady,
for the letter we share, is not a dead rose.
Bottled emotions, now burst in the breeze,
and the scent of our souls shyly unfolds,
leaving trails of light in the winter winds.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“You, me, and the poetry of our hearts,
as the tides of feelings flood the pages,
and verses unwind, for whispers float,
the perfumed moments, sweet and heady,
for the love we share, is not a dead rose.
Bottled emotions, now burst in the breeze,
and the scent of our souls shyly unfolds,
leaving trails of light in the winter winds.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Grief rained in the depths for ages, but now it is a field of flowers.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“In every rose, is a love story to tell,
In every bud, a lover's cry to melt,
In every poem, someone's longing, unmet,
In every song, the deepest whispers find a release.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“In every rose, is a love story to tell,
In every bud, a lover's cry to melt,
In every poem, someone's longing, unmet,
In every song, the deepest whispers
that need a release.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“When torment tears me inside,
And I sense autumn as a melancholic rain,
There I wonder, what shall I do with the grief so dense?
So I say to this soul of mine,
This earth I love, will reveal new pathways.
And so I open as a flower in the scent of rain,
Make music out of memories that remain.
I climb to the peaks, kissing the sky,
Longing to speak of the strength they hold,
I rush to the rivers, melodious in flow,
And sense music in the ripples, when wild winds blow.
I search for the stars when the night spread over earth,
Unafraid of dark, looking up at the sky.
When morning laughs lazily over the meadows,
The daffodils I watch, spreading gold on the fields.
When time rolls by and sunset kisses the sky,
I fill my soul with the cup of crimson.
When night steals the earth, and darkness comes down,
The memories I weave, into the flowers of light.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“When agony is torn, flowers grow in the soul. That is how, roses open on the barren lands, for the roots find the water in the weeping nights.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“If you fail to be the light-giving sun, be the bud devouring the light to blossom in full and give scent to the world.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The heart smells again, flowers everywhere. Could this be spring?”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The heart smells again, flowers everywhere. Could there be spring around?”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“A soul at peace is a fragrant flower, its scent untouched by the world.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“If you look at a flower and lose yourself in its scent, remember, it is someone's sweet agony, streamed in the breeze. What a heart buries for centuries, someday, the lips begin music making, and what was seeded in agony, is now a sweetened blossom.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Roses slept on the barren lands, deep in the frost where snow fell thick, yet they are the flowers of scent, speaking of life in lifeless souls.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“To fall in love with the universe is to allow yourself to be expansive. An openness grows deep inside, a land of rivers and flowers, a place where mountains and valleys co-exist”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Sometimes, we gaze outward only to gaze inward.
The more we absorb the beauty of the earth, the more we find the beauty inside, for we break the quiet storm raging within.
Everything grey, now turns into gold, for the valley grows flowers in the light, as we sense our fullness inside, the whole self untouched by the storm.
Through the windows of the soul, enters the sun.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee