#aesthetic poetry

I began becoming that girl again, the girl who had wildflowers in hair, and madness in her soul, the girl who danced, trembling with emotions. I began becoming that girl again, the girl who sang her soul, longing to drink the wine of life again…..

The music of falling leaves, the autumnal story to tell, as I drink in deep its nostalgic smell. The flash of red, the flash of gold. Yesterday is past, yet, the tale did not grow old.

Jayita Bhattacharjee

“One reads poetry because he is a member of the human race, and the human race is filled with passion! Medicine, law, banking- these are necessary to sustain life. But poetry, romance, love, beauty? These are what we stay alive for!” Dead Poets Society

What my wants:

What my wants:

What about you?

I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.

Oscar Wilde