Ink

Spill the ink

On whatever

You want to write

Let it flow

As you think

Don’t blink

After the ink          

Is smudged 

As it will not

Wash out as easily

As you spilt it

 

Ink is the

The lifeblood of your pen

As a pen without ink

Is merely a dry stick

With a negative mark

You keep on writing,

The pen needs rest,

You have to feed it

With ink

For a writer

Ink is the spirit &

Exposure of the ideas

To the outside world

Ink spills and speaks

Spells words on the paper

Which is the holy land 

To the writing

Just like human beings

Being black and white

It is also black and blue

In colour