When god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
ANANYA BHASKARWhen god created woman, he was introspecting himself after falling in love.
ANANYA BHASKARI hope this pain never eases and these wounds never heal. That’s how you keep lingering in scars, underneath my skin.
ANANYA BHASKARAfter heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
ANANYA BHASKARNight is a song, moon and sad people can sing along.
ANANYA BHASKARI wanted peace, they gave me silence.
ANANYA BHASKARPoem is a phoenix, whose wings are painted in the colors of nostalgia.
ANANYA BHASKARYou’re breathed all over the walls of my lungs and I don’t know how to breathe you out.
ANANYA BHASKARGift him flowers and watch him blushing like even fall.
ANANYA BHASKARWhen she’s drenched in agony and soaked in pain, her smile holds the art this world is dying to learn.
ANANYA BHASKARYour name landed on my lips like december snow and slept there forever like a baby.
ANANYA BHASKARA poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
ANANYA BHASKAREver since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
ANANYA BHASKARYour name is a song my thoughts dance on until they reach the tip of my quill.
ANANYA BHASKARUnlike our flesh and bones, our souls always share a common religion. The religion of art.
ANANYA BHASKARLet me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
ANANYA BHASKARRest your head on his shoulder more often. Earth blushes when a snowflake gently dozes off on it.
ANANYA BHASKAR