March 28, 2018
Devanshi
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Red and Salty Ink
I am sad,
But I can’t tell you why,
‘Cause I don’t know myself.
Rivers of ink
Flow out the nib of my pen.
The rivers are red,
Ruby red,
And as salty as tears.
They seep through
Every material worthiness
Ornamenting my skin.
They soak through
The lines on the paper,
Smudging the neat orderliness
Of the world.
And I say,
Sadness is a beautiful thing.
Why should it be hidden
Within oneself?
Why not shared
And spread
And felt?
Why not lived
And breathed
And drunk?
Ha,
I can say
I am drunk on sadness,
Floating among a sea of chaos
And confusion,
Tied to the depth of reality
Only by this red and salty current
Of ink.
Devanshi Gupta