After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
ANANYA BHASKARI’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
More Ananya Bhaskar Quotes
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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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She was hidden, drenched in darkness. He held her hand and called her luna.
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Gift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
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Exist so loud that even if you die tonight, your deeds illuminate like stars.
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Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
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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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I’m the ocean swaying with the harmony of your moon.
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You left my home and suddenly I was homeless.
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Love to the fullest. Either you’ll live for eternity or die as a poet.
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She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
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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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Night is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
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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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Poetry is an eulogy, sung for hope and love.
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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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Death is the mercy of life on us.
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I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
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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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Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
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Unlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
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When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
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Bleed gracefully without a sigh, until this universe runs out of pain.
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He looks up in the sky. I count stars in his eyes.
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Poem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
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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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