“I wait, wait to hear your silent footsteps. I wait, wait to caress your distant voice.I wait, wait to embrace myself in you.”
Debatrayee Banerjee“She had a dream, quite singular, dearest to her heart.She had a dream, quite eccentric, treasured in her soul.She nurtured it, she cuddled it and kept it covered in the twinkle of her eye and waited patiently with a fond expectation.Yet in that sky wrapped in the radiance of a rainbow , all but that dream came alive.She often smiled at that solitary dream with numb tears of pallid fulfilment.”
Debatrayee Banerjee“I wait, wait to hear your silent footsteps. I wait, wait to caress your distant voice.I wait, wait to embrace myself in you.”
Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .“She flew across the turbulent gust.Her eyes fixed, her wings strongShe flies and flies and flies along.To reach high, to open her wings to the breathing sun rise.”
Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .“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.”
Debatrayee Banerjee, 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 the every breath I take.”
Debatrayee Banerjee, 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.”
Debatrayee Banerjee, 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.”
Debatrayee Banerjee, 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.”
Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .“For Past is never buried-It just shines with a brighter ray,Perhaps because now we look at it as a third personUshering in a smile with moist eyes Which is but a reflection of an array of infinite emotions.Indeed, Past is never buried-It breathes silently,Deep inside,Distant yet alive.”
Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .“The past, the present, the future –The floodgates of time wait for Her footsteps Yet She resides forever –In the shape of a rising dawn,In the sound of a humming bee,In the chirping of a flying bird,In the birth of a newborn,In the blissful serenity of Nature;For Happiness is but a reflection of simplicity.”
Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .