She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
ANANYA BHASKARWhen god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
More Ananya Bhaskar Quotes
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We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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When she’s drenched in agony and soaked in pain, her smile holds the art this world is dying to learn.
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Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.
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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
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I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.
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She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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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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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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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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Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in 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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Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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Your eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.
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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.
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A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
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He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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