When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
ANANYA BHASKARWhen god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
ANANYA BHASKARYour name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
ANANYA BHASKARShe is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
ANANYA BHASKARAfter heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
ANANYA BHASKARLife is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
ANANYA BHASKARWorship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
ANANYA BHASKARNight is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
ANANYA BHASKARLet me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
ANANYA BHASKARPoetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
ANANYA BHASKARHe looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
ANANYA BHASKARYou can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
ANANYA BHASKARI hope my poem touches your soul and tickles your feet. As it is a river, river of my molten heartbeats.
ANANYA BHASKARI’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
ANANYA BHASKARHer aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
ANANYA BHASKARRest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.
ANANYA BHASKARGift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
ANANYA BHASKAR