A Whispering Leaf. . . Quotes

“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. . .

“Sometimes we don't even know what we seek anymore. Life halts for a second, and we see a shadow of dreams, some lived, some unlived. So many stories, so many voices and yet each stands distinct for each took a part of your heart, each made a part of your soul. A list of songs, and a whole lot of unkempt moments, a handful of tears and a whole sky of smiles, so much walked and yet such a long path remains, only the steps aren't the same anymore. Words and silence play within and without as nothing seems real in a world that is made of moments, yet the memories bind a reality that shines vividly through a hole of illusions, an illusion of happiness, an illusion of despair, an illusion of love, an illusion of loss. Someday, perhaps in a distant dream, in a known star, there would be a home, where the void of nothingness will forever merge with the wholeness of moments. Someday, in the stillness of a wild heart, we would hold each other in the sky of that dream, that which isn't sought yet found. Because sometimes, we don't even know what we seek anymore.”
― Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .

“She flew across the turbulent gust.
Her eyes fixed, her wings strong
She flies and flies and flies along.
To reach high, to open her wings to the breathing sun rise.”
― Debatrayee Banerjee, 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.”
― Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .

“Because as long as Spring is there, the windows shall always walk open!

Each time a chapter closes by, my heart sinks in a whirlpool of emotions. Walking through a canvas of moments I smile with a bunch of happy tunes, often shunning my foolish heart for being too emotional too caring and too loving. But then a breeze clutches me in a smile of being alive, after all my heart feels and that spark of Life is all that Life is about.

I warmly wrap them up in my heart, tucking every moment, every character in pages of a mulberry leaf! And walk on to a path of unknown, in a journey yet to be found, in a page yet to be written.

I sit with my book and sip my heart's flow through my soul and with a smile embrace the morn of another beginning as the door closes a chapter only to find another.

I inhale an experience and all along open my heart to walk ahead in a journey to find another part of my journey, to give my soul's part to another voyage in Life's amazing maze where each turn makes me wonder in awe of Him, who walks beside us when Strength goes dimming and Courage goes faltering, holding our head up against a burst of Sunshine, to wrap us on our Stardust of Self.

I drink in the Sunshine, in the halo of a starry journey, some of it already lived while some yet to behold!

Because as long as Spring is there, the windows shall always walk open!”
― 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. . .

“For Past is never buried-
It just shines with a brighter ray,
Perhaps because now we look at it as a third person
Ushering 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. . .

“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. . .

“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. . .

“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. . .

“In the castle of lurid Smiles,
In the realm of void Ecstasy,
In the clutches of mad Nostalgia -
There flowed a river of serene Tranquility,
Charmed by the halo of yet unknown.

And there she trespassed -
To hear the resonance of her soul,
To touch the rainbow of her sun,
To feel the nerve of her being.

She seemed to love her nest,
A tender bud caressing the depth of sweet Solitude.
Yet she longed to traverse through that river,
Crossing the limps of jolting Madness.

For sometimes she heard the beckoning of a Rainbow,
Burning the sky of a distant land,
Charmed by the halo of yet known.”
― Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .

“Open your wings and let your dreams fly for every thought counts.”
― 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 if you ever feel your Soul is being torn apart, remember there's a piece of it in me.
If you ever stop believing in yourself, remember that I believe in you.
If you ever feel like the world is ending, remember that you're my world.
If you ever feel choked in words and noise of this life, sit with me in my silence and let my calm wrap you in a world that lets you see that my Soul is forever guarding yours in prayers, in words and spirit that Only the Universe knows.
So if you ever feel your Soul is being torn apart, remember there's a piece of it in me.”
― Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .

“Pieces of my self.
I have come to realise that our soul is not a static element or something that we can ever put in words. It is something that we find and embrace in bits and pieces flowing through an endless journey of life. Sometimes we find a halo of it in the setting sun while sometimes we chase its harmony in a distant sunrise. We have moments in Life, defining our traits, when some incident or some part of our Life changes forever rather takes shape forever but that too is not entirely rigid, they too flow with our soul and may be years or even moments later they change shape into something that twinkles more with our soul. It is a process of learning, unlearning and relearning where everything that we assemble in this Lifetime is like a free flowing river which meanders its way onto an ocean. And the ocean is Love. Not the Love that we often imagine it be, it is something beyond any imagination or definition. It is an air that absorbs every other force of Nature and releases them through the filter of Wisdom. It is about understanding our innermost fear and fighting it out with the indomitable courage that is always lurking in the deepest part of our heart. It is about knowing how contagious kindness can be and becoming the reflector of grace through our very existence. It is about embracing every chapter of our life with gratitude for the path that our spirit has chosen beyond boundaries and limits. It is about growing and healing. Growing through a voyage that is endless in this Cosmic ocean and healing through the balm of connections. I have realised that every connection that we make even if it is for a fraction of a second stays on within our soul and every alley that we explore leads us to a place that is closer to our destination. Sometimes the Destination gets blurred through the noises of all that is tangible in our surroundings and we often grow exhausted on this journey, it is then that we grow, trying to walk over a pyre of our failures, lost bonds, detours and everything that are capable of pulling us down they become stars, like the fireflies that show us the path to bring us closer to our soul, to put back the pieces of our self. They make us all that we stand as a whole. So especially when we run out of our strength somewhere in some hidden alley of our soul, something burns in our soul, a flicker of our passion guiding us home, where the pieces of our soul dance in a mad harmony to awaken the flame that lights our way onto a destination, wandering along the edge of a purpose that breathes through scattered pieces of our self, basking in the halo of eternity.”
― Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .

“When you don't know what is happening in your Life, Trust God.
The Being who created the Majestic Mountains would know how to shatter the rocks that come your way.
The Being who created the Unfathomable Oceans would know how to sooth the wounds of your Soul.
The Being who created all the Life forms and blessed consciousness in the Animate and Inanimate things all around you, would know how to mould your intellect and emotions in the aura of Stillness and Passion.
The Being who breathes Life in everything would know how to bring you back to life each time this World tries to deaden your spirit.
The Being who makes certain that the Sun shows up every morning to light up the world would know how to pull you out from the Darkest of hollows.
The Being who ensures the walk of the Moon every single night would now how to carve the path that leads you Home.
The Being who paints a bed of stars weaving a magic path of Stardust would know how to sprinkle the dust of the pixies in your Life just when you need it.
The Being who thrives on Love, who breathes in Love, who is the very Source of Love would know how to find you the Love that's always the sacred thread to your Soul.
The Being who Knows you Better than You do, would know what to do with Your Life even before you start to wonder about it.
The Being who is the Greatest Artist and Author has already painted your Soul and written the Story of your Life, so trust in Him, all while doing your bit knowing He knows it all, especially when you don't know what's happening in your Life.”
― Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .

“They say when one door closes, another opens or there's a window open somewhere.
But what if I keep the door closed for sometime, freeze the moment for a while, and look inside the closets of my heart and take a gentle stroll outside without walking inside of any door, or peeping inside of a window?

What if the door I have been looking for has always been the lock of my mind, the key being Silence resonating in my heart only audible when the pelting of doors and windows are hushed for a while?”
― Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .

“Pieces of my self ”
― Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .

“Life will break you. Life will make you.
As we walk along this tide, sometimes our hearts get too entangled in the pit fire of wants, we don't even know what we seek in the mirage of our apparent want. We dress up in smiles everyday and every hour but never do we hold on to our laughters. Exceptions are there, of course.
But I have realised that most of us often fall into this wound's kiss and fly off to our cocoon of solitude, to stay more safe in the comfort of not getting hurt. But is it really safe, to not feel? Is not getting hurt a part of feeling or experiencing life too? Doesn't our own wall of Solitude break us too with a yearning of our heart that wants to connect, to love, to grow?
You have to love. You have to feel. That's the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart, after all you risked your soul to come onto this voyage in this spectrum of Unknown. You are here to be swallowed up, to save yourself with the poison of Love.
And when you find yourself broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, then burn and be born of its ashes!

And once in a while sit by an apple tree and as you watch the apples falling in heaps, remember how many of them are wasting their sweetness, just like that. Garner that Life, where you can tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.”
― Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .

“Life will break you. Life will make you.
As we walk along this tide, sometimes our hearts get too entangled in the pit fire of wants, we don't even know what we seek in the mirage of our apparent want. We dress up in smiles everyday and every hour but never do we hold on to our laughters. Exceptions are there, of course.
But I have realised that most of us often fall into this wound's kiss and fly off to our cocoon of solitude, to stay more safe in the comfort of not getting hurt. But is it really safe, to not feel? Is not getting hurt a part of feeling or experiencing life too? Doesn't our own wall of Solitude break us too with a yearning of our heart that wants to connect, to love, to grow?
You have to love. You have to feel. That's the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart, after all you risked your soul to come onto this voyage in this spectrum of Unknown. You are here to be swallowed up, to save yourself with the poison of Love.
And when you find yourself broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, then burn and be born of its ashes!

And once in a while sit by an apple tree and as you watch the apples falling in heaps, remember how many of them are wasting their sweetness, just like that. Garner that Life, where you can tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.

Love & Light, always
Life will break you. Life will make you.
As we walk along this tide, sometimes our hearts get too entangled in the pit fire of wants, we don't even know what we seek in the mirage of our apparent want. We dress up in smiles everyday and every hour but never do we hold on to our laughters. Exceptions are there, of course.
But I have realised that most of us often fall into this wound's kiss and fly off to our cocoon of solitude, to stay more safe in the comfort of not getting hurt. But is it really safe, to not feel? Is not getting hurt a part of feeling or experiencing life too? Doesn't our own wall of Solitude break us too with a yearning of our heart that wants to connect, to love, to grow?
You have to love. You have to feel. That's the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart, after all you risked your soul to come onto this voyage in this spectrum of Unknown. You are here to be swallowed up, to save yourself with the poison of Love.
And when you find yourself broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, then burn and be born of its ashes!

And once in a while sit by an apple tree and as you watch the apples falling in heaps, remember how many of them are wasting their sweetness, just like that. Garner that Life, where you can tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.”
― Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .

“But then when am I not a fool?"
- as her heart took a leap, her perpetual over sensitivity shrieked out loud with a twinkle in her eye, the spark of naive honesty.

"But then again I would rather be a fool than befooled with the illusionary intelligence of them around."
- a smile caressed her as the voice of her soul clutched her with a thousand memories of days gone by, the leaf of fooled wisdom.”
― Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .

“I just came back from a trip and my heart aches for another, may be that's what Hills do they smoke the gypsy spirit in you, because no matter what as long as there is life there is hope and as long as there is Hope there is an urge to explore all that is unknown, to embark on adventures without ceasing to get amazed at every maze of Life. ❤️

To those who dream, to those who never settle, to those who wear their souls and to those who watch the sky fall both in the ruddy glance of a sunset and a sunrise!”
― Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .

“To every soul, you are special.
Once in a while, I like to speak to you, yes to you, that which peeps through a twinkle or a tear, that which hears the vision and sees the hymn of the stars, that which resides in the deepest niche of our heart, that which shines through our mind, that which is beyond consciousness yet shaping it with the fine chords of human life. I like to congratulate you, for being there, fuelling that body which often gets tired of walking a long path, through a forest of fire. I like to caress you, for binding that mind and heart that often finds itself in a pit of gusty turbulence, sometimes losing sometimes winning that camouflaged victory of this ocean of illusion. I like to look at you through that eye of prideful faith that which leads one to jump off a cliff only to open those wings of love and light. I like to hear you, from the numb screams marring the dungeons of reality to the polished words that cross your lips each time this world shows up on your doorstep. I like to feel you, with all your vulnerabilities for they are the reason you are here in this voyage of earthly life. I like to speak to you, to every soul, for each of you have a story, a special story that is written by Him, a painting, a special painting that is coloured by Him, for you dear soul, is a flicker of love and light, of Him.
So to every soul, you are special.”
― Debatrayee Banerjee, A Whispering Leaf. . .