BHATTURA

Art serves as my therapy.

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The beauty you see in your own life,

Is the purity one find in their soul.

Not every life is beautiful,

Nor is every soul.

Some souls are of demons,

Trying to be Brutus,

And fishing ways to kill the souls,

Of those weak ones.

Only the self conscious

Can see the demon

But to fight,

Needs strength — within self.

It's a question

Do you have it

In you,

Or else face it.

--- written by bhattura

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After the Noise

The streets lie open—

shops gutted, shelves bare,

dust settling where voices once lived.

Not a grain left behind

to begin again

after the chaos.

Empty plates line the floors,

water runs thinner each day;

names are spoken less often now—

the near and dear

reduced to echoes

in broken homes.

Smoke still lifts

from corners of the city;

each fire created

only makes room

for another to rise.

Peace stands at the edge, waiting—

never let in.

Something shifted—

a crack in the ordinary—

but we laughed it off

until the silence grew teeth.

By the time we named it,

traced its veins,

called it a disease,

it was everywhere.

Ego—

not loud, not sudden,

but spreading quietly

in every raised voice,

every closed fist,

every door slammed shut

on another human.

The world looks empty—

but look closer.

Eyes burn

with anger.

Hands tremble

with violence.

Mouths curl

in disgust

at thieves no one can name.

No one knows

who lit the first fire.

No one knows

who will bury the last.

But in the distance,

the sky is already dimming—

and everyone feels it.

The end

is not far.

-- an original poem by bhattura

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Relief

The man rose from his seat to release the burden he carried. The sound relaxed his organs, and the air around him fulfilled his karma.

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Relaxing on Beach

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The Crow.

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Truth in Waiting

Some things are meant to remain as they are, left untouched, so time can shape them into what they were always meant to become.

Some things are meant to be right, even when the world moves stubbornly against the plan.

There are nights when the moon hides itself, the sky stretches empty, dark and starless.

And there are nights when the moon stands full and bright, yet the sky beside it holds not a single star.

Somewhere there lived a boy who believed.

He carried a quiet faith within him— that when the right moment arrives, when time finally turns its unseen key, his beliefs would find their way into truth.

For some things only appear uncertain to those still waiting.

But those who have lived, who have believed, who have trusted the silent work of time, know one simple thing—

truth may wander, truth may wait, but truth is never meant to stay hidden.

An original poem by me.

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A night on the misty mountains.

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The view of the light house on a full moon day.

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Curves of Cosine: a madala art

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A fishing day

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A day on a beach...