He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
ANANYA BHASKARHe looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
ANANYA BHASKARFear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.
ANANYA BHASKARPoem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
ANANYA BHASKARYour name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
ANANYA BHASKARLet me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
ANANYA BHASKARI started painting the touch of your voice, and ended up writing a love song.
ANANYA BHASKARHer aura was warm and I was a naive sunflower, leaning towards her.
ANANYA BHASKARYou left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
ANANYA BHASKARDarling, do not teach your stars to shine. Teach them how to embrace the darkness.
ANANYA BHASKARShe’s never silent, you can always listen her soul speaking the tongue of poetry.
ANANYA BHASKARAfter heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
ANANYA BHASKARYour name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
ANANYA BHASKARDeath is the mercy of life on us.
ANANYA BHASKARExist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
ANANYA BHASKARMusic is a weed, we all fallen souls are high on.
ANANYA BHASKARI hope this pain never eases and these wounds never heal. That’s how you keep lingering in scars, underneath my skin.
ANANYA BHASKAR