Ink,
Your are my poision,
My pen sucks your blue out from my veins
Through its nibs you bleed onto my canvas,
Giving me a haemorrhage of thoughts,
Sometimes you blot,
Sometimes you smudge,
Sometimes you make an abrupt halt,
You are all over the torn off pages in my dustbin,
You are all over the surface of my diary,
You drip onto my white night dress,
You make my neat nails blue,
You flow away from me at times
But return to philander on my page,
Like the blue sea on the reef,
Drown me in your blue,
Bleed on me,
Drug me,
My nocturnal counterpart!
2 comments:
Ink: The nocturnal counterpart.
venomous Ink.. U know, once i was sitting in front of jayaraj, the Director for a function.. he was talking to us. He said, The God's space is in between the pointed pen and the white blank paper. There the God lies.. I somehow connects ur blue venom to those lines..
Sib
the pen is the strongest weapon and the harbinger of great revolutions i think.. even the earth is not heavier than the heaviness of stories and verses written with ink on paper!
thanks for reading and liking it :)
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