Posters
Wallpaper

black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

Ananya Bhaskar Quote - I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.

I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.

Related Topics

Love Myself Paint Song Start Touch Writing

Bagwalas

Popular Authors

Marilyn Monroe Paulo Coelho Abraham Lincoln C. S. Lewis Khalil Gibran Charlie Chaplin Gautama Buddha Isaac Newton

Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Healing Herself Silence Way Worship
You’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Break Up Breathe Memories Relationship Wall Yourself
Death is the mercy of life on us.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Death Life Mercy Ourselves
Fear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Bruise Chest Fear Heart People Walk
He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Bold Herself Himself Listening Shy Talk
She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Call Darkness Hands Herself Hide
A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Beautiful Poem Poet Reading
I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Myself Peace Silence
Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Dreams Earth Horizon Kissing Sky
Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Blood Grace Inspirational Pain Run Universe
Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Art Bone Common Flesh Ourselves Religion Share Soul
You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Break Up Home Myself
I hope this pain never eases and these wounds never heal. That’s how you keep lingering in scars, underneath my skin.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Break Up Healing Hope Linger Pain Scars Skin Wound
Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Aura Flower Herself Myself Sunflower Warm
When she’s drenched in agony and soaked in pain, her smile holds the art this world is dying to learn.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Agony Death Herself Hold Learning Pain Soak
Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Blush Fall Flower Himself Watch
I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Harmony Moon Myself Ocean Yourself
After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Break Up Heart Broken Poetry Treat Yourself
Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Forever Land Lips Name Sleep Snow
She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Blood Herself Inspirational Nature Pain
And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Ache Blood Home Sick Wound Writing Yourself
You can see heaven or earth in her pupils when she’s smiling, and happy for real.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Earth Eyes Happiness Heaven Reality Smile
Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Art Artist Death Human Immortal Sound
Darling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Darkness Embrace Shine Stars Teaching Yourself
Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Hope One Liner Poetry Sing
He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Autumn Himself Kill Smile
And the biggest irony is you spend a lifetime finding someone to love and then die learning how to unlove them.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Big Finding Irony Learning Life Love Time Yourself

Copyright: 2020 - 2023 | Minimalist Quotes