A
I
M
L
E
S
S
L
Y
she writes
draws,
scribbles
doodles.
But somehow-
every time
it’s just your name
that spills
as ink
on page,
staining it.
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A
I
M
L
E
S
S
L
Y
she writes
draws,
scribbles
doodles.
But somehow-
every time
it’s just your name
that spills
as ink
on page,
staining it.
Ah, Nice !
🙂
Good to see you Rukh!
So nice thoughts. I know she is not staining the page but expressing her thoughts or miraculously, her thoughts in the form of a name, by divine intervention, appears on the page. Who knows what’s in store…!!! Intention, an honest intention with so much of emotions, is all that matters. Page, stains, doodles are just means, isnt it?
Oh well~ yes, they are only ‘means’.
Your comments are always so profound, and this certainly is one of the best received.
Thank you. 🙂
Feels so privileged and honored, Maria. You are most welcome dear. 🙂
Beautiful . . . .simple and beautiful
Thank you so much! ❤
Stay blessed!
Simple but perfect! Great structure and expression in this poem, enjoyed the read alot 🙂 x
Thanks! ❤
Your comments mean a whole lot to me!
The serpentine flow of the alphabets strewn across the screen,.
The hiss of the emotions,
The flow of the feelings..
Exquisite 🙂