Previous Quote

Debatrayee Banerjee Quotes

Next Quote
Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave 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. - Quote by Debatrayee Banerjee

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
Copy LinkCopy Link
Copy QuoteCopy Quote
Copy ImageCopy Image
Download Image of QuoteDownload Image

About The Quote

Related Authors

More Quotes From 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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
Debatrayee Banerjee
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
Report Quote Report Quote Report Quote Submit Quote Submit Quote Submit Quote