Dolour rued over the schizophrenia.
Spilled lies now buried in secrets.
You don’t have an exit root , anxiety guffawed.
Existence of truth never been existed.

Damped with the sight of shadows.
Benignant smile of death kissed the grey blood.
Stony desolation of the street is loud.
Calluses are enough to speak with no words.
The time it ends , it starts, confined in ellipse.



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?


  • Emily August 20, 2016 at 11:18 pm Reply

    The language you use in your pieces is really amazing. Love your stuff

    • sahilbhambri August 21, 2016 at 4:46 pm Reply

      Hey , thank you 🙂
      Glad you liked it 🙂

  • gspottedpen October 13, 2016 at 5:28 am Reply

    The technique of Streams of consciousness is used so well. There’s a depth to thought and feeling. Well written. Anand Bose from Kerala

  • Kunal Thakore December 17, 2016 at 5:54 am Reply

    Add one to your list, Sahil! You’ve earned yourself another fan 🙂

    • Sahil Bhambri December 17, 2016 at 11:18 am Reply

      Thank you kunal,
      Respect that
      God bless 🙂

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