Your name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
ANANYA BHASKAR- When she’s drenched in agony and soaked in pain, her smile holds the art this world is dying to learn.
ANANYA BHASKAR
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When she’s drenched in agony and soaked in pain, her smile holds the art this world is dying to learn.
More Ananya Bhaskar Quotes
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We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.
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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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We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
ANANYA BHASKARWe were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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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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He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
ANANYA BHASKARHe’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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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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You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
ANANYA BHASKARYou left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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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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A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
ANANYA BHASKARA poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
ANANYA BHASKARLet me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
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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.
ANANYA BHASKARI hope my poem touches your soul and tickles your feet. As it is a river, river of my molten heartbeats.
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Fear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.
ANANYA BHASKARFear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.
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And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
ANANYA BHASKARAnd then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
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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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Death is the mercy of life on us.
ANANYA BHASKARDeath is the mercy of life on us.
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