When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
ANANYA BHASKARDarling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
More Ananya Bhaskar Quotes
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Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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Love to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.
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We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.
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I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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I hope this pain never eases and these wounds never heal. That’s how you keep lingering in scars, underneath my skin.
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He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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Darling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
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I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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Death is the mercy of life on us.
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He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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You’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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And the biggest irony is you spend a lifetime finding someone to love and then die learning how to unlove them.
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Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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