WORDS & PAPER
Its not just white or colorless,
Its full of scripted mess.
Where the emotions, sentiments,
Feelings and various words become tenants.
Stays for the rushing span,
Later becomes a matter of permanent stay,
And then the memories can’t get away.
Wrinkled smiles, teary eyes, shuddered souls,
Are just like curries in a single bowl.
Dancing alphabets, giggling talks & twirling expressions,
At the end, it is burdened with all fractions.
Not just ink spilled on a piece of paper,
Apparently, the heart full of poison and elixir.