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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.

Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.

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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
Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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Eyes Love Meet Shade Yourself
Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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Forever Land Lips Name Sleep Snow
Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Days Lips Rain Taste Yourself
Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
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Diary Freedom Myself Night Poem Sky
I hope my poem touches your soul and tickles your feet. As it is a river, river of my molten heartbeats.
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Heartbeat Hope Poem River Touch
She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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Blood Herself Inspirational Nature Pain
Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.
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Earth Gentle Head Snow Yourself
Your eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.
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Eclipse Eyes Love Relationship Yourself
Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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Aura Flower Herself Myself Sunflower Warm
Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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Art Bone Common Flesh Ourselves Religion Share Soul
Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Color Nostalgia Paint Phoenix Poem Wings
He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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Bold Herself Himself Listening Shy Talk
We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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Break Up Close Forever Mistake Myself
Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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Healing Herself Silence Way Worship
You can see heaven or earth in her pupils when she’s smiling, and happy for real.
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Earth Eyes Happiness Heaven Reality Smile

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