Ellipse.
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.
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The language you use in your pieces is really amazing. Love your stuff
Hey , thank you 🙂
Glad you liked it 🙂
The technique of Streams of consciousness is used so well. There’s a depth to thought and feeling. Well written. Anand Bose from Kerala
Thanks sir 🙂
Add one to your list, Sahil! You’ve earned yourself another fan 🙂
Thank you kunal,
Respect that
God bless 🙂