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Mar 26, 2015

Ink That Blots

Come
Fill my pen
And flow through my little life
Adding colors
And forever staining
What were white empty pages
In waiting
Endlessly
For this fluid verse.

Let's make love
With these moments.
Punctuate me
So that I never run out of breath.
Complete me
So that there be meanings
Stringed together
Out of ordinary letters
That etch a forever tale.

1 comment:

  1. Very intriguing post Rajesh... it makes me ponder all the possibilities ;)

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