amit bhatt

it was a beautiful summer day. dusk was falling quietly devouring every tiny spec of light, slowly the stars also came into the view, there was a crescent moon on the horizon, the west wind was full of smell of fresh moon flowers. But all this beauty was not making Atlas happy, in fact they were making him incredibly sad. See, the thing was Atlas had a job, his job was to carry the world upon his shoulders, he had no time for things as trivial as enjoying a beautiful evening. Atlas was a very bitter person, but his bitterness was not unjustified. After the war , gods had punished him by putting the weight of the world upon his shoulders, and since then Atlas had done it.The sad part was he didn't had  any choice, he had to do it. Atlas used to think of how unfair the world was to him and how he has to do it all alone, Atlas used to fantasize about inflicting all sorts of pain on people who were responsible in his spare time(he had too much of it) and Atlas used to think about ru...

Well there are Fridays in which you feel happy that a hard week is coming to an end and you can party and then there are Fridays in which you feel happy because you can sleep. But this Friday is different because when you’ll wake up tomorrow morning, you will realize that this is a new dawn altogether, you’ll see that there is hope now, but most importantly you’ll see that a whole country has woken up from a deep slumber, a sleep that had been induced by the blatant ignorance of the “AAM AADMI” and the monarchist rulers of the world’s largest democracy (yes, you heard me “democracy”). I’m guessing by this time everyone would have seen what’s happening. The ruling party couldn't get 10% of the seats, people who promised to bring the change are looking for a place to hide their faces( yes I know some of them are just beyond words like shame, so let’s not consider them), the “king makers” are pondering over their own unmaking. Yes, all that has happened, and in a country like ou...

Far away from everywhere, right in the middle of nowhere, is this place that ours now. Yes, it’s ours, the blue waters all around, the coarse sand, the majestic trees. There is no one around. But do I care, I think not, because it’s you and me, and that’s all that matters. Days are long and silent are nights, but our heart never feels any fright, because never something has ever felt so right. It’s been two months now, I still remember the night. I remember the storm and how it destroyed everything. Our ship was gone and lot of people died. I remember me holding your hand and thinking if this is the end, maybe it’s not the worse way to go. But of course that was not the end that was the beginning of something that we could not have hoped for in even the wildest of our dreams. It’s just one of those times at our island; the night is giving way for the light to flirt with the world. I’m still asleep, but I can feel you at my side. Then I woke up and kiss you on the lips, not a ...

Dude… I want one more.  One more… why? You already have enough of them- replied God. Well yeah but you see, this one’s gonna be the best of them all, bringing to them the greatest suffering they could they could ever have imagined- Satan was brimming with excitement.  You know I can’t allow that… I’m God. I love humans.  There was a brief moment of silence, after that they looked at each other and burst out laughing uncontrollably.  Context: it just so happened that devil was getting bored one day and decided to create one more  monster. He had this great idea but he needed God’s approval for creation of the monster so on he went  to meet his best bud and this is what followed.  But dude seriously- said god, you do have a lot of demons already. You have demons and werewolves  and vampires…  Don’t even get me started on Vampires- Satan cut god off , Just now Oracle told me that in the days to come Vampires are gonna change from ...

When he hatched from that tiny egg of his, he was just a lowly creature. You can understand how difficult it is being a caterpillar, crawling around the leaves, eating everything you encounter. Yet none of this was in vain, because this caterpillar had a dream, a dream to rise above everything he was now, a dream to leave behind everything that defined him, a dream to reach for the stars and beyond, a dream to fly. It was not easy of course. All the other caterpillars were so content with their lives. They had no dreams; they were so content of being what they were, even though each one of them had what it takes to become something extraordinary, the only thing lacking was the desire. But not this one, our little friend was special, he saw what others could not, that the purpose of life is to redeem yourself from the sins of monotony , and always strive to be something more than what you are now. Every night when it became dark and rest of the world found sanctu...

Every time I gaze out the window, and see the waning moon shine, The same old question haunts me, why can’t she be mine, The wind cries in the distance, the trees do nothing but whine, And my heart couldn't stand it; it just wishes that you were mine, It wasn't my fault or hers; it was just really wrong time, And as you move farther away, I wonder if you’ll ever be mine, Every time you come in front of me, you only look more sublime, And the world stops right there, Waiting for you to be mine, You say that I have hurt you but that was all fate’s design, And my heart just won’t accept it when you say you will never be mine Your hazel eyes are beautiful, Luscious than any other wine, Though they were open when you kissed me, Should’ve known then that you were never mine Unmindful of the world I stand here, waiting and biding for time, And I am ready to be here forever, If only you’ll ever say that you’re mine Places and moments and my g...