INVISIBLE INK

I drizzle in my ink to write you
words that are vying for sentences; they go awry
The rain stops and beckons me
for a splash and little play
I go outside leaving the ink behind
The felt-tipped ink becomes dry
leaving cracks to my blue blooded pen
In paper they leave a swirl of amorphous clumps;
I peer to look what’s written inside
only to find us intertwined,
appearing in pages of smeared ink.

– Shweta Kher

3 comments

  1. davidjhopcroft · June 28, 2019

    These are great images to bathe your writing. Really loved this idea. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Shweta Kher · June 29, 2019

    Thank you very much! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Shweta Kher · June 29, 2019

    I’m glad you enjoyed it.

    Like

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