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Ananya Bhaskar Quote - I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.

I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.

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Love to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.
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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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After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
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You can see heaven or earth in her pupils when she’s smiling, and happy for real.
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Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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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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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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Fear people who dare to walk with their chest open, despite of having a heart bruise by love.
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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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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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We spent a life time loving, to write an ode to heartbreak in the end.
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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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And then writer in you is so homesick of pain, that you plead your wounds to bleed and ache.
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She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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He’s shy, he talks to her only. She’s bold, she listens to him only.
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