nityabhatia

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  • nityabhatia 1d

    " Your words will outlive the barriers of time..."
    -Nitya Bhatia

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    Dear Age

    numbers don't define
    the significance you hold,
    just a few more grey strands,
    natures highlights for you and me,
    time bound as our wrinkles meet,
    the glory of youth precedes,
    the unusually rapid needles,
    fast paced ticking remains unheeded,
    time an ageless entity that
    surpasses the maturing roots of age,
    this an ode to mortality,
    sailing the perennial streams of time,
    only to dissipate into the crevices
    of this ironic rhyme,
    if only we could tell our wiser selves,
    the nectar will still remain,
    in an overripened fruit,
    and the sun will mellow our minds,
    and soften our hearts after all
    the adulthood grime,
    age will gradually perish,
    only our words will survive,
    the onslaught time...

    ©nityabhatia

  • nityabhatia 1d

    " Dreams are best enjoyed when they are not being chased..."
    -Nitya Bhatia

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    Lucid

    I have never written about,
    my dreams and what
    they are made of,
    loopy thoughts seem
    rather sorted in comparison,
    they arrive uninvited sometimes,
    when they greet my open eyes
    gazing at the infinite skies,
    they are lucid as crystalline scenes,
    blurred and cracked images
    when being chased desperately,
    you never remember them at will,
    only flashes you might see
    navigating mundane tasks,
    the familiar one eyed bird
    as I opened the shower nozzle,
    the conflicted colour scheme
    of the blue grass overlooking
    the green clouds,
    edible doors dripping caramel,
    homes built in cookie dough,
    abstract spirals, zentangled visions,
    or the indiscriminate chase
    physical perspiration,
    they feel so real like a conversation
    you can feel your lips moving,
    like your veins pulsating,
    objects and shapes unwavering,
    real life fantasies are what dreams
    are made of,
    or maybe even this reality is just
    another waking dream...

    ©nityabhatia

  • nityabhatia 2d

    " change can only progress when progress becomes the change..."

    -Nitya Bhatia

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    Awaken

    The day is the same,
    but we are changing
    by the day can you see?
    a contrasting reality
    of change envelopes,
    the monotonous scenery,
    is it the people or the places,
    that touch us as we trudge
    along familiar routes that
    lead to unexpected destinations?
    every event is an imprint and,
    every experience etched with judgment,
    acceptance of a rare kind,
    only offered with conditions,
    since we stopped meeting,
    our hearts relentlessly beating,
    with every precious moment fleeting,
    expended in proving our sanity
    to the insane, they remain in
    majorities as always a crowd,
    that lacks feeling and distances
    emotional expression like the plague,
    vulnerability is a sin,
    beauty is a commodity
    comfort is banned for those
    who trace it within,
    insecurity should seep into your skin,
    success is only for those who win,
    and now I sense that,
    only the days are progressing,
    but our minds remain the same...

    ©nityabhatia

  • nityabhatia 3d

    " Like the moon you will be embraced in every phase..."

    -Nitya Bhatia

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    An Incomplete Whole

    Just like the full moon,
    your wholeness shines,
    even when the shadows
    cloud the totality,
    of your absolute form,
    you still illuminate
    the dark skies,

    the tenebrosity of the night,
    will submerge even in
    a faint streak of your
    glimmering light,
    when you are
    far from whole
    all your phases,
    still complete us...

    ©nityabhatia

  • nityabhatia 4d

    " To breathe again is to allow yourself to exhale..."

    -Nitya Bhatia

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    Dear Breath

    you need to exhale,
    you cannot hold on
    to the remaining balance
    of all the hurtful pain
    each breath costs
    a fading life,
    all resentment etched
    in the wind you inhale,
    you are gasping for breath,
    You cannot veil,
    the chariot of eternal sleep,
    your exit is leaving an unheard tale,
    how many puffs of wind
    will you hold on to?
    how many fractions of time
    will you save?

    ©nityabhatia

  • nityabhatia 1w

    "Lay your roots under the rays of growth to rise with the winds of change..."
    -Nitya Bhatia

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    Change is the Choice

    To change one's life for good,
    is to subtract the
    burdening voices enslaved under,
    the weight of cast-iron patterns
    substitute those thoughts that
    leave no space like cemented clay,
    stacked under the do's and don'ts,
    and our hunchbacks refuse,
    to straighten built on
    firmly grounded guilt,
    our roots of love and
    the things that matter,
    are aspirational gardens
    that crave watering,
    change will remain unwavering,
    and our impermanence
    might want to introspect
    on our limited days,
    light will only emerge when,
    our hopes are laid on
    prospering goodness,
    and our hearts are
    sown in the right garden...

    ©nityabhatia

  • nityabhatia 1w

    You need to take the leap to fathom the depths of the ocean...

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  • nityabhatia 1w

    "Only a hollow vessel can fathom the depth of the infinite oceans..."
    - Nitya Bhatia

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    Boundless

    These words and phrases
    flow through the ink that
    trickles down my veins,
    rising from my womb,
    yet they are not mine,
    all ownership will perish
    when the vessel is
    emptied of me,
    and the source
    of all subsistence
    will fill my
    hollow jar with
    perennial oceans of poetry...


    ©nityabhatia

  • nityabhatia 1w

    " The jewel of your essence is only visible to those who have dug through the grime of their judgement..."
    - Nitya Bhatia

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    Unlearn to Enlighten

    I will feel free when,
    my decisions don't define
    my identity,
    when I am perceived,
    as the complete canvas,
    and not just the,
    partially brushed strokes,
    it takes sincere effort,
    and conscious diligence,
    to touch my essence,
    beyond man-made labels,
    and imposed principles,
    unlearning is freedom ,
    of a rare kind but the only
    kind that will match your,
    unsullied reflection
    as pure as your form
    during conception
    all painful afflictions
    will cease to exist
    when boundaries won't be
    demarcated and battles
    won't be an option,
    when duality will
    disintegrate and
    sides won't be picked,
    maps won't mark distances
    but scenic views and
    boundless itineraries
    and these dreams I'm seeing
    might become passions cultivated
    and visions directing towards
    the days of liberation awaiting us...

    ©nityabhatia

  • nityabhatia 1w

    " Only those who look forward witness the light at the end of the tunnel..."
    -Nitya Bhatia

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    The Light Ahead

    Maybe I should have,
    these four words,
    navigate the stagnant,
    waters of regret,
    the compass points,
    at the light waving
    from the end of the
    tunnel,
    a chance to touch
    an unravelling future,
    but footsteps engraved,
    in slow killing repentance
    those barren stations
    "Could have" and
    "Should have"
    only led to insipid
    destinations guided by,
    the signals of delusion,
    these stations are
    like the mind,
    certain memories can be
    temporary stopovers,
    but only the way forward
    the green signal "onward"
    will be this moment
    leading you back home...

    ©nityabhatia