Trembling with heavy thoughts,
Should i drown or should i let go?
She fostered a defensive line, a line of hate;
So high to say a good-bye.
Strangulating to found herself on a bed, a bed of guilt, maybe.

She haunts me,
Screams : oh please, love me, love me, as she came.
Inaudible to everyone, but hidden under herself.
Cried to feel waking eyes.

Decided to leave it unsaid,
If a mirror she read, to let it be unread ,
She writes in her journals, i want to read the unwritten, can i?
Her eyes opening wider and wider, full of brims and surprise as she came closer to me, to my soul, to meet my inner and soon i’ll be gone.

I know, i know its all entangled,
But she haunts me,
With her smile of lust, lust to be loved.


Picture ( ART ) by  @lindsayrapp /

ART Source – Instagram .


I write what i see, and feel what i breathe. Poetics is what i bathe in.


  • eliza rudolf May 8, 2017 at 6:53 pm Reply

    Yr post r abstract enough to blow ones’ mind…😇😇😇
    Great work…👌👌👌👌😚💟

  • seanmalloy May 19, 2017 at 3:35 pm Reply

    I love this poem of this picture. They are both absolutely gorgeous!

    • Sahil Bhambri May 19, 2017 at 4:43 pm Reply

      Thanks lot sean,
      Respect that
      Stay blessed 🙂

  • kingforaweek May 31, 2017 at 6:14 pm Reply

    You are a good poet. Good job.

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