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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - I hope my poem touches your soul and tickles your feet. As it is a river, river of my molten heartbeats.

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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Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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Creation Fall In Love God Introspect Woman
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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Agony Death Herself Hold Learning Pain Soak
Death is the mercy of life on us.
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Death Life Mercy Ourselves
Love to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.
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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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Big Finding Irony Learning Life Love Time Yourself
We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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Break Up Close Forever Mistake Myself
You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Flower Love Nature Universe
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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Break Up Healing Hope Linger Pain Scars Skin Wound
You’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
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Break Up Breathe Memories Relationship Wall Yourself
You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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Harmony Moon Myself Ocean Yourself
He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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Autumn Himself Kill Smile
Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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Days Lips Rain Taste Yourself
He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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Bold Herself Himself Listening Shy Talk
She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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