Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
ANANYA BHASKARShe’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
More Ananya Bhaskar Quotes
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Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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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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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Darling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
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You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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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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Your eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.
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Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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Love to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.
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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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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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Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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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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He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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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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After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
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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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Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.
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