Indigo

A broken nib.

A torn page,

Crushed

And crumpled.

Some ink,

Spilled.

Some blobs

Blotted,

Some streaming freely,

Much like the flowing words.

Beginning in a beautiful cursive,

Transitioning to a staggering end.

Trailing off,

Much like the hand that wrote them,

As deep blue

Mingled with strains of red,

Silently screaming

The End.

Advertisements

11 thoughts on “Indigo

  1. The struggle a writer has to go through to build his masterpiece!!! Rome wasn’t built in a day after all.. beautiful and magical..
    And the adroitness with which you have shaped your words like a pretty bottle is outstanding!!❤️❤️🤗 Amazing Varnika!😌

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s