I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
ANANYA BHASKAR- Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
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Her aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
More Ananya Bhaskar Quotes
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I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
ANANYA BHASKAROnce the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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Rest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.
ANANYA BHASKARRest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.
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Love to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.
ANANYA BHASKARLove to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.
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Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
ANANYA BHASKAREver since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
ANANYA BHASKARWorship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
ANANYA BHASKARYour name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.
ANANYA BHASKARYou deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.
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You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
ANANYA BHASKARYou’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
ANANYA BHASKARYour lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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You can see heaven or earth in her pupils when she’s smiling, and happy for real.
ANANYA BHASKARYou can see heaven or earth in her pupils when she’s smiling, and happy for real.
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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
ANANYA BHASKARPoem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
ANANYA BHASKARShe was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
ANANYA BHASKARPoetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
ANANYA BHASKARUnlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
ANANYA BHASKARAfter heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
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