Zora Gaebora

“Aging with all my self.

To my younger self,

I'm not twenty-something anymore, and in just a month's time I shall walk into another decade of a whole new experience. I don't have youth on my side, but I have a heart of Life enlightened with the very spirit of Life itself, something that draws youth on its lap. Wisdom has been churned out from the mistakes and failures, and lessons have been disguised as soul fillers, and gratitude dances on my lips, waving my heart with a bunch of memories. Perhaps, the memories have been earned. Earned at the cost of those lost turns, cold betrayals, numb tears, forced smiles and a voyage walking through a rainbow of mad jest of Life. With that being said, I wouldn't go back and change even a bit. Through all of that heartache, I have unearthed a heart that is resilient, and pliant, I have met a soul that is strong and loving, and deeper than any thousand paged novel I could get lost in. I have come across beautiful souls in beautiful lands, I have soaked in different cultures and walked my way through observing hearts, listening to stories that run beyond time and tide. I have grown with each one of those smiles and tears, the sands of places that mark my soles make my soul whole in a strange but palpable tune. I have got lost in pathways and met a gypsy soul wandering in the space of infinite time, weaving moments through Life to take back a bunch of images and experiences from a journey called Life. My story has been filled with pages of ups and downs and my cup of Life has had several toxic turns, but in all of that, I have grown, along with one or two grey hair. My pages have often tasted Life in the most happy hue from voyages and dreams that kept overlapping and smiling across the tips of Time. And all of this, has helped me to nurture and nourish an invincible desire to live a life, with a passion no longer on hold, but a heart that is free forever to fly in the tunes of its own whisper.

So as I open another day, walking closer to close the page of this twenty-something, I wear a smile that the youth of wisdom paints on my heart. And age, with all the grace that only Age can bring, while loving, forgiving and embracing my younger self in every air of Time.

Love,
a soul aging gracefully with the Smile of Life.”
― Debatrayee Banerjee

“A nightmare is a black dream because our soul wandered too far in sleep into a haunted place,”
― William W. Johnstone, Flintlock

“A Thousand Dreams gently burn inside me.”
― Arthur Rimbaud

“The Poetry that Searches

Poetry that paints a portrait in words,
Poetry that spills the bottled emotions,
Gives life to the feelings deep inside,
Breaks through all the times wept,
To sweep you in a whirling ecstatic delight.

The chiseled marble of language,
The paint spattered canvas,
Where colors flow through words,
Where emotions roll on a canvas,
And it all begins with you.

The canvas that portrays the trembling you,
Through the feelings that splash,
Through the words that spatter,
All over the awaiting canvas.
Such is the painting sketched with passion,
Colored with the heart's unleashed emotions.

The poetry that reads your trembling heart,
The poetry that feeds the seed of your dreams,
That poetry that reveals light within rain,
Takes you to a place where beauty lies in stain.
The poetry that whispers-
"May you find the stars, in a night so dark,
May you find the moon, so rich with silver,
May you sip the madness and delight
In a night berserk with a wailing agony".
Such words that arise from spilling emotions,
So recklessly you fall, in love with life again.

So, you rise shedding your fears,
To chase after your dreams,
As you hear thunder in the rain,
That carries your pain,
Through the painting of words, colored with courage,
Splashed with ferocity, amidst the lost battles.
Such is the richest color splash in words,
Laid down on papers, that stayed so empty,
For ages and ages.

At times, you may feel lost,
Wandering homeless in the woods,
But poetry that you write,
To drink the moonlight and madness,
Poetry that you spill on a canvas with words,
Calls you to fall, for life again.

The words that evoke the intense emotions,
The painting that gives the richest revelation,
The insight that deepens in a light so streaming,
Is the poetry that reveals the truth and beauty,
In a form so elemental, in a way so searching,
For a beauty so emotive,
Which trembles,
With the poetry's deepest digging.

The words that take your eyes to sleep,
The poetry that stills your raging feelings,
Is the portrait of words that carries you,
In emotions bottled within, held so deep,
For an era so long.
Forgotten they seemed, yet they arose,
With the word's deepest calling,
To the soul sleeping inside.
The poetry that traces your emotions with words,
Is a poetry that traces your soul with its lips,
To speak a language that your heart understands.

The Ecstatic Dance of Soul
Copyright 2020
Jayita Bhattacharjee”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee