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36~ Drops Of Ink

DROPS OF INK

Drops of ink,
Fuse in the clear water,
The once clear water,
Tainted forever.

Thunders of hurt,
Splattered in my joyous heart,
The once joyous heart,
Broken forever.

Drops of ink,
Like soft tendrils of silk curtains,
They steel through your skin,
Leaving you with a sensual touch.

Don't be mistaken,
Because they can be poisonous,
For poison or ink,
They own the same texture.

One can bring out beautiful words,
Yet the other can poison deep till your heart.

Drops of ink,
Now completely subdued,
It once put me in halo of love,
Yet now a dark cloud forever-seeming above.

Don't be mistaken,
Though love has betrayal and pain,
Can't purify like ink from water trail.
It stays forever and ever.

Drops of ink,
Now a pale shade of crystal blues,
It once made me admire,
My eyes reflecting it without tire.

Don't be mistaken,
For all glitters aren't gold,
And all crystals aren't precious...
It is always for what's true within...

One could as well be genuine,
Yet the same can fake everything again.

Drops of ink,
Now seeming bland,
It's as if wanting a separation,
To be the clear water again.

Don't be mistaken...
For you could drain the water,
Wash and fill again,
You can't to your heart, It's a permanent taint.

Drops of ink,
It's no more,
It's a clear water...
And a new start...

Don't be mistaken,
It can't be a no more,
Broken glasses are stronger furthermore,
It's a fresh start...

Oh, the difference in broken pieces
Of glass and of a heart...

Drops of ink,
Once bled on clear water,
It's gone and it's gone,
Mixing in all....

Don't be mistaken,
Once bled to a joyous heart,
It's done and it's done,
Mixing in all...

-S. A. Khan

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©SUMAIYA AHMAD KHAN

II guess I kind off lost my mind here... It's a comparison between love and ink... Real and fake.. Broken.... Etc...

This was inspired by the book ' And The Mountains Echoed' by Khaled Hosseini

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