Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
ANANYA BHASKAREver since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
More Ananya Bhaskar Quotes
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Darling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
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Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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She’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
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You’re a flower, the universe has given to the nature to profess its love.
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When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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He killed her autumn with his cherry blossom smile.
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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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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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We were so close that I almost mistook it forever.
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Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
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Fear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.
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She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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I started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
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I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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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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And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
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You can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
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A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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