Let Me Hold It.

Dreaded by this life, a life which is not a life anymore.
Sky is blue, but the sight is dark.
Living in a falsity, she is faking her merriment.
Sun is rising, where are the rays.
Wind is blowing, poisonous.
Every second without her is worse than a last.
I am an abandoned house on a hill top, where she is an enchantress of an Iceland.
“Let this life instigate before its very ending.
Let the death wait, let me hold that hand first”.


I write what i see, and feel what i breathe. Poetics, Realism is what i bathe in. Hope do i not that you see my words than just read?


  • Pranjal Asha Karwal January 18, 2016 at 5:05 pm Reply

    I am going to wait for more from you forever.
    You’re this good!
    Keep it up,always.
    And and I envy you.

    • sahilbhambri January 18, 2016 at 5:12 pm Reply

      Ahhhh, thank you so much.
      Means a lot , really.
      Haha don’t , you are better than me☺️

  • tpcsufian January 20, 2016 at 10:53 pm Reply

    I just read all your entries thus far. We have a similar kind of poetry style. You write well. Constructive criticism: just after writing a poem, make sure to look over it and edit any minor grammar errors before submitting. Nice blog regardless! 🙂

    • sahilbhambri January 21, 2016 at 5:08 am Reply

      Thanks a lot sir😊
      Yes from now onwards i’l have a sight on the mistakes before publishing it.
      Thanks once again, you write great as well, stay blessed🙌🏼

      • tpcsufian January 21, 2016 at 5:10 am Reply

        I’m glad I can help. You’re welcome and thank you. God bless you too. 😀

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