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Jayanta Bhatta (Kashmiri;جینتا بھٹہ) (c. 9th Century CE) was a Kashmiri poet and philosopher of Nyaya school of Indian philosophy. In his philosophical treatise Nyayamanjari and drama Agamadambara, Jayanta mentioned about the king Shankaravarman (883 – 902 CE) as his contemporary. Also, his son Abhinanda in his Kadambari-kathasara, mentioned that the great grandfather of Jayanta was a minister of King Lalitaditya of 8th century CE. So most probably Jayanta belonged to the last quarter of 9th Century CE.
From Abhinanda’s Kadambari-kathasara (5-12), we came to know about the genealogy of Jayanta. His ancestor Shakti was a Brahmin of Bharadvaja gotra from Gauda, who settled at Darvabhisara, a place at the border of Kashmir. His son was Mitra and grandson was Shaktisvamin. Shaktisvamin, great grandfather of Jayanta was a minister of Karkota dynasty king of Kashmir Lalitaditya Muktapida (c. 724 – 761 CE). Jayanta in Nyayamanjari mentioned that his grandfather obtained a village named Gauramulaka (probably located north of Rajouri) from the king. The name of Jayanta’s father was Chandra.
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Gazing through the high definition,
Dust by dust,
Analyzing everything
that turned into a mist.
There's nothing left to lose.
There's nothing left to choose
This shade of blue, this inner silence,
Calling out for you.
Got enough of you.
This time I can't afford to lose
In and out of this maze,
Just a daze, its just a phase
You left me in this inner silence
The time has been the violence.
You left me girl Oh!!! you left me.
My mind speaks faster then my conscience can comprehend
When i open my heart,
I speak in all these broken sentences,
So I pause and I think and I pause
And leave several bite marks at my pencil's end,
Just looked back and realized, how many mistakes I have to mend.
Got enough you.