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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.

She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.

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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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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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Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
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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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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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Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.
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And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
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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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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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