Ink may be blue black red golden or pink
Ink that spills love in words is worth its tint
Inked words may have myriad shades and hues
They may be worth, show angst, mirth or amuse
Whenever my pen touches a blank sheet
My ink tries to spill only love on it
Words rain in sequence like pearls in a string
Muse being distinct depending on mood swings
I pour sun in words that shine in hours dusk
Their fragrance reaches far like a deer’s musk
When I see playful waves heaving high
Horizon turquoise and sky raining light
When I see colourful birds in full flight
Perched on trees tweeting and having a bite
When I see children smiling innocence
Their eyes shining with gratification
When life’s peculiarities touch my pith
My ink pens with love to become poetry
©®Sunila 19/08/2016.
Lovely ! Delightful verse ! Scintillating imagery.
My humble gratitudes for your kind words, Vijay ji!