Debatrayee Banerjee Quotes

I wait, wait to hear your silent footsteps. I wait, wait to caress your distant voice.I wait, wait to embrace myself in you.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.