Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
ANANYA BHASKARWe spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.
More Ananya Bhaskar Quotes
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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.
ANANYA BHASKARYour eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.
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He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
ANANYA BHASKARHe looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
ANANYA BHASKARYou left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
ANANYA BHASKARI started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
ANANYA BHASKARYour name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
ANANYA BHASKARPoetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
ANANYA BHASKARArt is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
ANANYA BHASKARBleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
ANANYA BHASKARNight is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
ANANYA BHASKARHer aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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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.
ANANYA BHASKARAnd the biggest irony is you spend a lifetime finding someone to love and then die learning how to unlove them.
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When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
ANANYA BHASKARWhen god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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I hope my poem touches your soul and tickles your feet. As it is a river, river of my molten heartbeats.
ANANYA BHASKARI hope my poem touches your soul and tickles your feet. As it is a river, river of my molten heartbeats.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
ANANYA BHASKARHe killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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