Pictures in ink

What we learnt... What we said...

The broken brink

A glass, once broken at the brink
Can no longer serve a drink...
They say!!!
Broken ... And gone forever!!

But he, the man with a broken brink
Cursing himself in remorseful limns
Uttered his lonely shivers in ink!

But all those words just cut him deeper
Bruised and shattered the unharmed parts...
Making his soul even weaker!

So, he hastily collected all pieces
Whispering self pampering verses
To the blank paper pieces!
But his glass like past
Hurt him again... While collecting those pieces of glass!

And so he melted oneself into unity
No brim... No glass...
A single soul!
Away from all hurt and darkness of the past.

And hence, I limn
The story of how a pen,
Mended his master's broken brink!

My friend,
The broken brink might not serve your drink
But it is strong enough to make up for the crown of a king!

The Autumn Leaf

That autumn leaf
Fallen from the topmost tree
Cried out his woes to one and all
Music they thought
He played while he thralled!

But hurt was he,
On detaching off the branch...
Teary was his soul,
On wandering in the odds alone...

Alone... He had to bear the rain ...
Rain which once was a blessing to him
Today seemed the clouds' refrain!

Alone... Did he break... And crush...
Bit by bit...
Leaving traces of his being... A brownish-dry bit!
Every time the stones he hit!

To you, I limn a story...
Of the autmn leaf ...
Who on breaking off the tree
To you did weep...
But instead the crunking of his soul
Came out as a music for lover's relief!
So pure was his soul
That magical were even his woes!

She ... The warrior

Look...
There she runs
Proudly wearing those scars and bruises
After bearing the shot of your gun ....

She knew no bandaids would heal her pain
She knew even the prayers would be in vain...
She knew nothing could un-crease her strains...

So she the warrior of her game,
Stood up... Took off that dented case
And her soul did she untame...
Free from the ties that hit hard  at her brain...
Finally closing the blood blotted chapter of her life's book
Because many more chapters lay untouched...
And the story goes on from life to death!