Ink And Echoes

• S I X T E E N •

❝ You see, in this world girls under sunlight are for Jesus and the ones on heels, are for beds. ❞

I fell in love with a girl of sunlight and hidden smiles; a girl who constructed my poems and somehow even treasured my playlist like an emotion. But, you see, planting a tea plant among a whole garden of sativa wasn't something I had learned about. I was a girl of broken mirrors and red lipsticks, tripping on a cancer that my friends called love. But, neither of us didn't know what October brought along with it and how we would find a strange heat on a winter night. I was writing a book on wild flowers but for her, the only thing wild was me running through the lanes of her mind.

We've talked about the galaxies, vodka bottles, Lucifer, angels but never of love. Because, we knew that love was to be felt. A million things were to be understood but all we ever did was watch the television at 2 A.M. with our arms dripping of scars and our hearts of an golden army. When I asked myself, what was the army made up of, I realised that it was just another ink bottle of mine that I had stolen from my father's desk. But this time, the ink bottle was full of pillow fights, coffee from her father and dinner with her. She never labelled me. For her, I was a girl of everything; beautiful and hers.

She says -
❝ Because when you fall in love with a girl whose skirts of embroidery are brighter than your dandelions, then you are going to cherish her even she is drowning in a sea as black ashes. That girl will stay in your mind even when she has walked out of the kitchen after giving you a kiss. Just love her and even though, she'll warn you of her dark, tell her, you'll paint her dark. ❞

          ~Sampurna