The world knows him to be cold for his forever silence.

he might have been silent and silenced once

he might have been silent once!

until a friend On a lively day spoke of the ink that oozed out the heart and wets the paper nd dirty it.

Ink that calls fourth what’s blur in heart and be bare, alive, rare, more daring yet like a design.

maybe too alive as many drown in its shallowness but wavy current.

Ink that broke many

Yet Ink that never spoke lies

Ink that can’t be proud,

for it spoke too much than the beholder had.

an Ink which few saw it’s thorn,

and some turn away,

alot shy away,

countable are those that cry of its journey.

the world knows him foolish for his forever smiles.

yet this Ink bleeds sorrows of thousands of cries.

the little wisdom spread brutally.

at times within, the violence is unmatched.

at times those who relate are reaped apart

the smile of his foolishness and His heart oozing ink, just! don’t match.

some say a mask,

some say cowardly,

the thing is, let the ink ooze out of his heart

before any further comments.

A heart of Ink,

A heart that never breaks,

A heart that gets stabbed alot , yet never wounded

A heart that leaves a mark to the weapon and the beholder.

Ink

A Heart of Ink.

some see pride when he passes by

while alot fear his demeanor.

Those who know, had always known. Ink poured into whatever

no one can hold a stare to stare with him.

if Only it’s known

with ink

that’s without time

oozed it’s way through generations,

poured on him, Me

so I let it out,

I let it reap,

tear like a toddler’s cry.

who should I warn,

do You hear that I’m saying don’t get in too deep with it,

I mean the ink, the ink that I pour SO DANGEROUSLY!!