Bharath Nandibhatla







Bharath Nandibhatla (Landlocked Sailor)

Loves wordplay and is obsessed with puns. (Quite a sickening obsession) Writing is catharsis when in crisis. A deep passion, every other time. Most of my works are fiction. Please don't ping me asking if I'm fine. :/

Top tags: yqbaba perksofbeingawallpaper verseworth yourquoteandmine failentineday


#videoquote #appopenmic One of my most favourite poems in the recent times. Hope you like it. *--*--*--*--* Your glowing skin, like the summer sunshine, makes it tougher for the sunflowers, as you walk past them every morning. They face not the sun, you instead. Your wet red lips, like the dewy roses, make it tougher for men lost in love, as you walk into their lives with every beat. They can't woo a rose with a rose, can they! Your radiant smile, like the crescent moon, makes it tougher for wolves, to wait until it's full moon to howl away their love. Your jet black eyes, like the night sky, make it easier for me to spot those stars your eyes try to hide. Oh, your mercy dwarfs me. Your grace humbles me. But, Your Majesty, what of the tornadoes you confine to your soul? I see thunderstorms between your brows, lightning in your eyes. With the universe inside you, why conceal the catastrophe? Rain over me, cry me a river, for I'm a sailor landlocked for far too long now. *--*--*--*--*

17 MAR AT 23:44

Spent all her life looking for 
birds of the same feather,
so she could flock together.

Never came to her mind
that she was one of a kind.

You like her because there's none like her? Maybe.

15 MAR AT 18:35

Walking over galaxies,
diving into blackholes,
all from a wheel chair.

Travelling back in time,
demystifying a baby universe,
and yet staying ahead of his times.

For someone studying heavenly bodies,
he'd never believe in an afterlife.
He is a paradox, like the universe.

Unlike the Pi, he is rational.
And like the Pi, he is infinite.
And he bids a good bye to finite realms,
on an infinite day, the Pi Day!

To Stephen Hawking! To the theory of everything! To a brief history and an infinite future.

14 MAR AT 22:46

Who said the lame
and the crippled 
can't walk?

Lame and crippled souls
walk over me all the time.

When I expect them to walk beside me, always.

14 MAR AT 10:16

Finding familiar shapes
in fleecy cotton clouds,
on a clear blue sky,
I weave my dreams
with cotton yarns.

Sadly enough,
these clouds melt
into torrential rains,
and my dreams melt 
into unshed tears.

In my not so distant future,
lie my ever so distant dreams.
In my daunting past,
lurk my haunting screams.

Rain washing my dreams away. Rain silencing my screams away.

10 MAR AT 14:00

This women's day,
I wish to celebrate
my feminine side.

If I can embrace
the woman in me,
I can empower
the woman in me.

To all the strong women out there, thanks for being a reflection all men are yet to embrace. I look up to you because you let me look into me.

8 MAR AT 8:16

Unfamiliar faces. 
Total strangers, waiting.
One, worried about being late
to his very first date.
Another, excited to see
his newly-wed wife open
the door to him, after a long day.
An old man, waiting for 
his grandson to pick him up.
A pretty girl, staying all vigilant
about creeps lurking around.
Mr. Sardarji, with his dense beard
throwing a heartfelt smile at me,
ready to start a conversation.
And at a corner, a toddler,
in his mother's arms,
staring at me, wearing
an innocent smile.

Waiting rooms. Railway stations.
Unfamiliar faces. Familiar emotions.
All of us, on different walks of life,
waiting for the very same train.
Irony. And yet, a beauty of its kind.

Waiting rooms. A cocktail of emotions.

7 MAR AT 0:19