She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
ANANYA BHASKARYou can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
More Ananya Bhaskar Quotes
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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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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
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He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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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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After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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You deserve the love that stays with you like the childhood poem you still remember by heart.
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Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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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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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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Your name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
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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.
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Music is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
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Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
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Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
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She 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.
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He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
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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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Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
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You’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
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