Bharath Nandibhatla   (Landlocked Sailor)
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A tipsy pen hungover on your gypsy soul, I shall write to you 💫
Joined 9 October 2016


A tipsy pen hungover on your gypsy soul, I shall write to you 💫
Joined 9 October 2016
3 APR 2023 AT 20:10

The feather fell off
an eagle's wing.
But it lingered, in the air,
longer than it should.

I wondered
if it lingered
in memory
of the wing,
or of flying.
It lingered
'cause habits
die hard?
Or 'cause
it missed home?

What's its home, though?
Flight? Wing? Bird?

Was it the wing
that shed the feather?
Or was it the wind
that rid the feather?

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13 MAR 2023 AT 22:10

Often, he walked barefoot.
He liked to keep his feet dirty.

Dirty hands to go with them,
to write dirty poems with.
Those that reek of prejudice,
of a world he knows not,
of feelings he'd never feel,
of you and me, and that
starry-eyed boy playing
in a pile of dirt, clueless.

Dirty eyes to inspire 'em hands,
to write the worst of what he sees,
to add life to what's long dead -
his soul.
Not the kind that resurrects a corpse,
but just enough life to leave it half-dead.

Dirty feet, dirty hands,
dirty poems, dirty eyes.

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6 MAR 2023 AT 13:08

When we have the space to be,
we get the drive to become.

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26 FEB 2023 AT 0:55

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3 OCT 2022 AT 22:01

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16 AUG 2022 AT 1:57

There's more poetry
than there's poets.
Heck, I can live with that!

But there's more lovers
than there's love.
This, I can't live with.

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1 AUG 2022 AT 0:12

When you gaze at a star,
you're gazing into its past,
a light from many centuries ago.

Thank heavens, I'm not a star.
For I would never want you
to gaze into my past.



I'd never want me
to gaze into my past.

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28 JUL 2022 AT 13:44

I wonder what's worse:
My worst fear come true
OR
my anticipation of the same.

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26 JUL 2022 AT 22:39

Would you wanna go out sometime // Where? // Would that matter? // Not with you, it wouldn't // We could go on a long drive // And? // Would it matter what we do next? // Not with you, it wouldn't // We could go for a walk on the beach // And pick seashells? // Seashells too, but pick me out of my shell first? // What do I do? // Do? Just be! // What do I be? // YOU // Been a struggle of late, but I'll try // Struggle? // With you, I don't know where I end and where you begin // Within a seashell, where does the sea end and the shore begin?

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24 JUL 2022 AT 22:06

I wore my heart on my sleeve.
You had tricks up your sleeve.
We are not the same.

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