Posters
Wallpaper

black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

Ananya Bhaskar Quote - Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.

Its alright darl, moon is also alone in the crowd of stars.

Related Topics

Alone Crowd Moon Stardom

Bagwalas

Popular Authors

Marilyn Monroe Paulo Coelho Abraham Lincoln C. S. Lewis Khalil Gibran Charlie Chaplin Gautama Buddha Isaac Newton

Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Days Lips Rain Taste Yourself
Once the sky dreamt of kissing the earth and everyone called it horizon.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Dreams Earth Horizon Kissing Sky
Life is a burden and death is a luxury, at last we are all dreaming to buy.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Burden Death Deep Dreams Life Luxury
I hope my poem touches your soul and tickles your feet. As it is a river, river of my molten heartbeats.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Heartbeat Hope Poem River Touch
When she’s drenched in agony and soaked in pain, her smile holds the art this world is dying to learn.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Agony Death Herself Hold Learning Pain Soak
Your eyes looking into mine, this is how two eclipses collide.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Eclipse Eyes Love Relationship Yourself
You can always wear armor of your smile as a remedy for this world full of damaged souls.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Damage Remedy Smile Soul Wear World
After heartbreak, darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Break Up Heart Broken Poetry Treat Yourself
Art is the sound of a human dying to be an immortal artist.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Art Artist Death Human Immortal Sound
A poet is the most beautiful poem, never read out loud by anyone.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Beautiful Poem Poet Reading
Ever since I met you, love wore the shade of your eyes.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Eyes Love Meet Shade Yourself
And the biggest irony is you spend a lifetime finding someone to love and then die learning how to unlove them.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Big Finding Irony Learning Life Love Time Yourself
I wanted peace, they gave me silence.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Myself Peace Silence
Let me be a poem freely hung in your diary. Like the moon, on the night sky.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Diary Freedom Myself Night Poem Sky
She is handpicked by nature to bleed. Look, how she makes pain bow down and plead.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Blood Herself Inspirational Nature Pain
Worship her for the way she rolls her sleeves up and hums the silence of healing.
ANANYA BHASKAR

Healing Herself Silence Way Worship

Copyright: 2020 - 2023 | Minimalist Quotes