The number of blaring ambulance sirens on the road outside my house is increasing every day. News trickling in from every social media, WhatsApp or calls are igniting more despair than hope. …


I don't feel anything.
No fear. No concern.
No urge to be
better or worse.

"Are you taking medicines? "
"Can I send you something to eat?"
"Here, have some fruit. "
"Eat more protein. "
"Don't forget to take vapour
and gargle. "
"Let me send you a book

To become medicine
You must go through pain.
You must feel despair
till it excavates
the fertile ground
of your imagination
and, you discover
how to claim it back
Inch by inch again.

To become magic
You must fall in love
with the mundane.
Your eyes should be
able to…

At the edge of my story, I take tiny, tender-brave steps. Every step takes me into a story that’s larger than the one that has been perpetuating my wounds. Yet, the wounds need to be tended too.

I see parts of me coming alive like a million lavender flowers springing…

A Message for the Misfits

Barbie Pagoda Fungus Image: Pinterest.

What does it take to embrace a journey that refuses to fit into any norm? A misfit longs to belong. She nurtures the impossible dream of happier days of getting accepted by the peers and being understood by everyone she holds dear. She chops off…

Photo credit : Illiya Vjestica on Unsplash

Blessings to the eyes
that see beauty
among the ruins,
sculpture within the rock,
and in the floating clouds,
a painting.

May you be committed
to the intent that
spurs devotion
within your heart.

May you always have
the courage to come back
to the center of your being,
and touch…

A flower may pretend to be born, but it has always been there in other forms. Later it may pretend to die, but we should not be fooled. She is just playing a game of hide-and-seek. She reveals herself to us and then hides herself away. If we are attentive…

Lit up till the brim,
You wave at me
from up above.

I wonder,
Do you call
the dazzling
your own?

The mortal I,
clutch on to my
words so tight.

Teach me the art
of being empty
to be full.

November Moon.

Our desires dream us.
Sacred wishes emerging
from life’s wish
to fulfill itself,
calls out to us
in many forms.

A new day, a blank page,
an empty coffee mug;
every bit of life is
an invitation.

Our lives are canvases
upon which
the greatest artist creates
ephemeral paintings. …

Dear Wise Woman,
Thank you for being there. I feel a tinge of sadness that I had to dim your light. Your forgotten medicine kept simmering seeking flight.
I have searched for you everywhere. In trees and in the ocean, within the verses from the wise ones, in dreamtime and…

Debasmita Chatterjee

Soulchemist. Scribe In Service to the Divine Feminine. Consciously Evolving. Healing. Embodying Shakti. Sharing Stories, Poems, Wisdom and Dreams.

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