Ink and me

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Edited by- Naren ๐Ÿ™‚

My pen started bleeding blue
It stained the paper

Just like a handย 
Which starts searching for the candle in darkness
I tried to touch the rusted memories

Garnering all my courage 
A few words slopped from my nib
And a few from my eyes
The egressed drops bedewed the paper
It smudged allover 
The ink and the tears blemished 
Yes, it looked fugly 
Resembling the way I live
I shredded the paper into pieces and thrown into dust bin

Maybe in some days I’ll stop hoarding the crumpled pieces taken back from bin
And burn it completely

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  1. “Maybe in some days Iโ€™ll stop hoarding the crumpled pieces taken back from bin
    And burn it completely” I love the double meaning in this whole ending line. It could be straight-forward be talking about the literal crumpled pieces of paper. Or it could mean those hurtful memories/people/or things that you just can’t let go of even though you know you should.

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    1. Thank you โค so much
      Happy day ahead ๐Ÿ™‚
      Much love from this side

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      1. You’re totally welcome! Lots of love back at ya! ๐Ÿ˜€

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  2. well written and metaphorically delightful

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    1. Thank you ๐Ÿ™‚
      Happy day ahead โค
      Love and blessing from this side ๐Ÿ™‚

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      1. the same for you…love and blessings

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  3. Amazing way to play with words in every line.. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ˜‡

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    1. Thank you so much dear โค ๐Ÿ™‚
      Happy day ahead

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      1. It my pleasure.. Same to you too dear.. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ’•

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    1. Thank you dear
      Much love โค ๐Ÿ™‚

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  6. Chiru says:

    Well mix up with the words Meera.. Good one..

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    1. Thank you chiru ๐Ÿ™‚

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  7. Some days i enjoy the challenge of visiting the blogs of poets who I need to work a little to find the best in their poems. It’s a game with me. I feel when I toss back to them my honest — but positive — praise, I’m shooting darts at the monster of hyper-criticism that is almost everywhere the norm these days on the internet.

    About the only “community” that holds out against hyper-criticism is the WordPress community. WP wisely allows bloggers to ban anyone, you see.

    Some days, shooting darts is my sport and mission both. But then I now and then come across some poet whose work is so “target rich” it takes all the fun out of it. You can hit their marks blindfolded.

    God I love your poems! But alas! There’s no challenge to finding honest words which which to praise them. You should be properly ashamed of spoiling all my fun.

    Here’s a story. No need to read it, but if you do, please accept it as a small token of my gratitude for your engaging poem. A very small token.

    Ex-wife was threatening to cheat on me. Foolish, I decided to beg her not to. Started writing a poem at work. It had to be dragged out of me, so I took a break. Got some water. Came back, spilled a few drops on the paper.

    She was home that night. Stuck the poem in her purse so she’d be at work the next day when she found it.

    The next day, I come home, she’s there, she’s crying. Launches herself at my chest, begins soaking my shoulder. “Don’t you dare make fun of me! You were crying too yesterday when you wrote it! I saw the stains! I felt your tears!”

    In the end, she ditched the meddler. But I never did figure out whether those accidental tears were in the long run good or bad for me.

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    1. Hahaha .. such a complicated praise.. Thank you so much.
      The story Lol.. had a great time reading you..
      Thank you for sharing Paul ๐Ÿ™‚
      Good day ahead

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      1. I gotta ask. You describe yourself as a “caged bird”. Could you elaborate on that? And which kind of caged songbird are you?

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      2. Caged Bird in the sense who is protected each and every second by parents, who doesn’t have authority to take any decision by own.

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      3. How does that make you feel? Do you like more the security or the dream of freedom? Most important, do you see your cage as necessary?

        I can’t believe someone as young as you must be can compose poems in any voice she chooses, laden them with rich imagary, and make them honest insights into so frequently hidden or neglected things. If I were not an old, decrepit man who has seen some mighty strange stuff, I would think you, OS, were impossible.

        No doubt you’re insufferable — what with destroying my fun tonight — but I know enough to know you’re not impossible. Mighty strange, though, but not impossible.

        I live in Colorado USA. The East slope of the Rocky Mountains starts 8 miles to the West of my beloved cottage. I’m 62, and I wake up most mornings so happy I think I must be wanking, but when I look, I’m not wanking. I’m just happy for no reason. I’m beginning to suspect I might have turned out a happy man despite it all.

        Do accents come easy to you? What about different voices? Are they easy to create and keep up? i can’t do much in the way of either.

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      4. Obviously I don’t like to be caged, where I have to ask permission for each and every thing in my life from what to wear? to whom to marry? Cage is absolutely not necessary but as a social animal we rely on everyone. Parents are scared of the happenings around and keep an eye on their child every now and then.
        Yesterday, there came a news..
        A girl was brutally beaten up by 10 guys and gang raped. The rapists released a video clipping regarding the same and circulated it.
        It was wrenching when the girl cried to the rapists saying “Brother please leave me, I beg you! please don’t beat me.”
        Living in such a merciless society the cage becomes a mandatory.
        People sell their soul when their beast mode is ON
        BTW yeah that’s nice knowing you Paul.
        You are 3 times of my age, yet would like to be a good friend of yours.
        And about the accents, I write in both the voices and they’re not about easy or difficult, it is just what i feel and bring out.
        I characterize myself as my poem then deliver it.
        And it’s a pleasure knowing you ๐Ÿ™‚

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  8. Is “The Stinking Cadaver” about that rape, OS? I haven’t read it yet, but a friend I linked your blog to tonight read it and tells me it’s about a rape, that it was quite disturbing, but gripping — she couldn’t make herself quit reading it.

    I hope I didn’t offend you with my question about how you felt about the cage. It’s just that I’ve known so many people who love theirs. The security, the comfortable predictability, and so forth. I no longer assume everyone wants to be free.

    You’re about the same age as the friend who read “Cadaver”, then. You two should meet someday. She’s super nice, doesn’t bite anyone but me.

    I second the “good friends” motion. I’m enthusiastically throwing my vote in with yours.

    If it’s more convenient for you, you can email me at paul _ sunstone @ q . com i don’t find a contact email on your blog, so I’m offering mine.

    Also, I might as well confess, OS, might as well get it over with — because if I don’t tell you now, the insufferable Terese will tell you first thing when you meed her. My old man hobby is to utterly corrupt and ruin today’s youth. Terese will tell you the truth about me, but she’ll only tell me I’m “good for her”. I know she’s just being nice. She’s super nice, Terese.

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  9. Vijethkannan says:

    Nicely weaved Meera๐ŸŒท๐ŸŒนโค๏ธ

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    1. Haha ๐Ÿ™‚ Thank you Vijethkannan

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      1. Vijethkannan says:

        Vanakam๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒท๐Ÿ’ฎ

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      2. ๐Ÿ˜€ Vanakkam vanakkam ji

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      3. Vijethkannan says:

        ๐ŸŒท๐Ÿ˜Š๐ŸŒน

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  10. Erma says:

    Do you have any tips for creating articles? That’s where I constantly
    battle and I just wind up staring empty display for
    long period of time.

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    1. Hello,
      I’m sorry I don’t have any tips to be shared because I am just an amateur

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