Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
ANANYA BHASKARYou deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.
More Ananya Bhaskar Quotes
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Darling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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Love to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.
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She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.
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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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Your eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.
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You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.
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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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You can see heaven or earth in her pupils when she’s smiling, and happy for real.
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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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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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And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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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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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 started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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