Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
ANANYA BHASKARWhen god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
More Ananya Bhaskar Quotes
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You can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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Fear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.
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Darling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
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She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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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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She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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Death is the mercy of life on us.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
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She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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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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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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Love to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.
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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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