A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
ANANYA BHASKARA poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
ANANYA BHASKARWe were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
ANANYA BHASKARAnd the biggest irony is you spend a lifetime finding someone to love and then die learning how to unlove them.
ANANYA BHASKARDeath is the mercy of life on us.
ANANYA BHASKAREver since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
ANANYA BHASKARWorship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
ANANYA BHASKARYour name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
ANANYA BHASKARLife is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
ANANYA BHASKARDarling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
ANANYA BHASKARShe is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
ANANYA BHASKARYou’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
ANANYA BHASKARI wanted peace, they gave me silence.
ANANYA BHASKARYou left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
ANANYA BHASKARHer aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
ANANYA BHASKARShe’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
ANANYA BHASKARI hope my poem touches your soul and tickles your feet. As it is a river, river of my molten heartbeats.
ANANYA BHASKAR