Debatrayee Banerjee
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A Whispering Leaf. . .
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“You don't heal because you want to, you heal because you have to. The process of Survival is in itself a Need of Healing, and that is where Nature Teaches us, to know that every Leaf, every Droplet of Water, had a story where they renewed their Soul in another form, not out of want but out of Necessity, and sometimes that Necessity denotes losing its own self or the self it knew once. And that is where Death shows us, that it was never meant to frighten, but always meant to take us a Step Ahead in the Final Destination, of the Truest of Life, unclutched from a constant circle of struggle, from a Mirage of Happiness and Illusions of Pain, from the Deep Shadow of Life in the chains of Healings and sufferings, in Something that Our Human mind may never fathom but Our Soul already knows, as Home, as Self, as Everything in between.”
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“In another World, She hadn't met him at all, or maybe, just maybe, She'd met Him and He had fallen for her just as much as she did. In another World, Love won over Lust. In another World, Love won over Convenience. In another World, Efforts won over Pretences. In another World, Time won over Timing. In another World, She didn't have to lose all her Dreams because She was Chosen by Him just as much as She Chose him. In another World, She wasn't just pretty and successful, She was Happy in a Home, where He held her Heart in His Soul, just as She held his in hers. In another World, their Souls knew Home in Each Other, Just as it was meant to be, not just in this World. Perhaps.”
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“This World has Illusionized Love into Fragments of Broken mirrors. It was Never About Choices, It is always About Staying with the One who Feels like Home, instead This World has left Humans with skeletons of Lust in short-lived bonds. It was Never About Only the Rosy Times, but the Difficult Ones, especially the Difficult Ones, when you hold the Hand of your Partner firm enough, telling them with every fabric of Your Soul that You'd stay no matter what. It was Never About Expensive Gifts or Multiple Dates, but the Quiet Times and the Efforts that ring with a simple, did you get home, did you eat. It was Never About Big gestures, but a Simple hug that says it all. It was Never About Loud Words but the Silences that come with an Understanding that is so beautifully intimate. Long Kisses, Mad Talks, Watching the Sunrise together and Always Knowing that there is A Part of You, right Beside you to have your back, to Believe in You, even when your belief runs out. It was About Growing Toge
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“She was perfectly sane in streets unknown. She loved conversing with people tagged as strangers. She was social, amiable & all that is her. Yet, with known people she felt unknown, she choked words and fought inside. And indeed she tripped insane while traversing those streets known. She stared at others and consumed their happiness through senses cold. And so she waits for Winter's warmth to touch her in streets of distant shore, in her own world of simple happiness.”
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“I miss you in the maddening noise of crowd,
I hear your laughter at my folly with sweet indifference,
I miss you like a frozen tear finding its course,
I miss you in your presence inside me,
I miss you in every breath I take.”
― A Whispering Leaf. . .
I hear your laughter at my folly with sweet indifference,
I miss you like a frozen tear finding its course,
I miss you in your presence inside me,
I miss you in every breath I take.”
― A Whispering Leaf. . .
“I'll tell you what I miss.
I miss that throbbing heart telling me to take a leap when the sky looks too dark.
I miss the walk that I took in the narrow cobblestoned pathways that fumed of history and undying stories of love and loss.
I miss the coffee that scented like mist in a frozen dream in a land of strange beauty.
I miss the afternoon tea that followed my pen to hours of happy melancholy.
I miss the muse I saw dance in a foreign land of near heart.
I miss the stranger smiling at me from a corner and teaching me his language to smile at my twinkled happiness.
I miss that symphony of mad evenings ending in a sky full of stars to fill my soul with an unknown ecstasy.
I miss that hand of an old woman trying to tell me her story.
I miss that child running up to me in a crowd of unknown faces to hand me her candy.
I miss that night where I lay back on a distant balcony gazing at the solitary moon for hours knowing that it is shining at my homeland just as bright.
I miss that stranger listening to my heart and telling me how beautiful it is.
I miss a wandering soul, who went on filling her breath with life of eternal love in the wings of Life.
And I'll tell you now when I look back I see how wonderful Time has treated me and how grateful I am to have lived in moments that roar of a beautiful Life lived with a heart throbbing to take a leap once again in that ocean of Life's beguiling journey.”
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I miss that throbbing heart telling me to take a leap when the sky looks too dark.
I miss the walk that I took in the narrow cobblestoned pathways that fumed of history and undying stories of love and loss.
I miss the coffee that scented like mist in a frozen dream in a land of strange beauty.
I miss the afternoon tea that followed my pen to hours of happy melancholy.
I miss the muse I saw dance in a foreign land of near heart.
I miss the stranger smiling at me from a corner and teaching me his language to smile at my twinkled happiness.
I miss that symphony of mad evenings ending in a sky full of stars to fill my soul with an unknown ecstasy.
I miss that hand of an old woman trying to tell me her story.
I miss that child running up to me in a crowd of unknown faces to hand me her candy.
I miss that night where I lay back on a distant balcony gazing at the solitary moon for hours knowing that it is shining at my homeland just as bright.
I miss that stranger listening to my heart and telling me how beautiful it is.
I miss a wandering soul, who went on filling her breath with life of eternal love in the wings of Life.
And I'll tell you now when I look back I see how wonderful Time has treated me and how grateful I am to have lived in moments that roar of a beautiful Life lived with a heart throbbing to take a leap once again in that ocean of Life's beguiling journey.”
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“Solitude that throws the honest rays of perfect euphoria;
Solitude that makes me breathe in the real me;
Solitude I call it - my abode, my self made haven;
Solitude I call it - the sanguine face of Loneliness.”
― A Whispering Leaf. . .
Solitude that makes me breathe in the real me;
Solitude I call it - my abode, my self made haven;
Solitude I call it - the sanguine face of Loneliness.”
― A Whispering Leaf. . .
“I miss you in the maddening noise of crowd,
I hear your laughter at my folly with sweet indifference,
I miss you like a frozen tear finding its course,
I miss you in your presence inside me,
I miss you in every breath I take.”
― A Whispering Leaf. . .
I hear your laughter at my folly with sweet indifference,
I miss you like a frozen tear finding its course,
I miss you in your presence inside me,
I miss you in every breath I take.”
― A Whispering Leaf. . .
“I wait, wait to hear your silent footsteps.
I wait, wait to caress your distant voice.
I wait, wait to embrace myself in you.”
― A Whispering Leaf. . .
I wait, wait to caress your distant voice.
I wait, wait to embrace myself in you.”
― A Whispering Leaf. . .
“And there you stand-
Far away from the distant reality,
Far away in my breathing dream,
Far away in the traces of my livid eyes,
Far away in my hostile fantasy.”
― A Whispering Leaf. . .
Far away from the distant reality,
Far away in my breathing dream,
Far away in the traces of my livid eyes,
Far away in my hostile fantasy.”
― A Whispering Leaf. . .

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