Blossom Quotes

“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

“When the stars swim in the sea of night, opening in the dark as silver blossoms, there's life in the veins, sending shoots of thrill.
This is the light, shouting in the dark, to sense ecstasy, while still alive.
This is the thrust from the lifeless to life, telling us, we are more than a body, more than a flesh.
This is when the burning begins for something of the otherworld.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Do you sense it, peace spreading on the river?
Do you feel it, how melancholy melts in the music of the winds, for blossoms of beauty are knifing through the sadness of ages?
Do you see it, how the wings of morning are spreading like a river of light?”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Do you sense it, peace spreading on the river?
Do you feel it, how melancholy melts in the music of the winds, for blossoms of beauty are knifing through the age-old sadness?
Do you see it, how the wings of morning are spreading like a river of light?”
― 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

“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

“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
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

“Keep moving, for this grief must pass, the river must flow again. This is how roses grow on the barren lands.”
― 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

“The more you know yourself inward, the more you blossom outward. The more you are awake inward, the more you flower outward.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The more awake you are inward, the more you flower outward. The more you sense yourself inward, the more you blossom outward.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“You can tear the petal, but it will still release the scent. Grief can shred the heart, but it will still sing the song.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“Art making allows your soul to grow. The more you make art of the shades of emotions, the more you open into a full bloom flower. Arting makes you blossom wholly.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“My eyes do not seek flowers.
My eyes seek the weeds that turn into flowers.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“I will never love another the way I loved you,
for the flower that opened in the whispers of hearts, has gone to sleep, beyond the sunrise.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“I will never love another the way I loved you,
for the flower that opened in the whispers of hearts,
has gone to sleep, beyond the sunset.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“If I have learned how to transform weeds into flowers, it is because I have spent decades, deep in pain, learning how to turn torment into joy. You owe me for all those years, not for the flowers.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“The heart feasts not only in the light but also in the dark. A heart's festival is not only for the ripe fruits but also for the unripe. The sun rises not only for the mountain but also for the valley. Flowers open not only in the meadows but also in the murk. Doesn't the lotus open as a fresh blossom in the dark?”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“In your fragrance, I find the garden in my soul.
In your presence, I find the wine that fills my cup.
Looking for you, I look into myself.
Searching for you, I find roses in the desert.
Losing myself in this longing, I find freshness every moment.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“My heart smells flowers everywhere. could this be spring?”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“In your presence, the river becomes nectar.
In your light, weeds become flowers.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee