Ink

On your pages scribbled with every day work

And thousands of words conveyed, communicated

A hundred promises find their way and jot themselves down.

You wake up and run, work and travel and work some more

Have fun, watch tv, a movie, midnight porn or maybe music

Theatre, art galleries, kissing and some sexual flamboyance

Strains on eyes working on your laptop, a glass of water.

You watch the news and sigh or curse or be delighted

A bite of KFC chicken or maybe some bread and omlette,

How does it matter when you slept last night? Dreamt well, didnt you?

A wet plant on your window sill. Some morning sun.

You dont remember me, consciously. Who has time now?

Life goes on. I saw me in you last night, like a stain of ink drop

On your paper of life, scribbled on madly.