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. :/

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She was dead from inside,
until there was life inside her.
A little heartbeat to sew
her lifeless, broken heart.

Those little kicks from inside,
were little bites of joy for her.
Unlike those monstrous ones,
from her husband, the father.

Her abused skin, 
was now glowing.
With the sun in her womb,
it's no longer a dark night.

A shooting star inside her womb, that she wished upon.

11 AUG AT 9:19

Not a pawn in this game.
An actor in this play.

Life's a stage. Not a court.

8 AUG AT 22:48

On a dark canvas 
of a night sky,
he wished upon
a shooting star.

Much like his life,
that night sky.
And much like her,
that shooting star.

Shooting stars!
Meteors burning their way,
into the atmosphere.

She burnt down to ashes.
His wish came true.

A metaphor that
came to life.
Or killed one,

Poetic justice eh? A metaphor that came to life. A meteor that lost life.

8 AUG AT 20:41

I'm a masked warrior.
Fighting with all my might,
only to rid the mask.

I'm a Hero with a cape.
Saving lives as I fight,
hiding my wounds 
beneath my cape.

Most of all,
I'm a confused villain.
Killing my innocence,
as I save the innocents.

Praise me, not!
Help me, if you can.
I'm not here to fight 
the bad, or the evil.
I'm here to fight
what's in my mind.

Warrior? I doubt it. Hero? You say.

8 AUG AT 14:56

It hurts.
Her honesty hurts.

I chose
to hurt her back,
with my honesty.

We started off
with roses.
And now,
full of thorns.

No longer a fairy tale,
that's too good to be true.
Just a real story,
that's too true to be good.

Honesty hurts. Dishonesty kills.

5 AUG AT 22:01