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Ink
Not just a fluid,
I am ink — the druid,
Shaping your ideas in a blink.
In depth of papers, I sink.

Not just a physical thing,
An end to your thoughts — I bring.
Not made to drink,
I am the almighty ink.

I flow on the paper,
With your thoughts — I caper.
Like the roots of a tree,
Even the history is written with me.

Not just a black fluid,
From the sac of a squid.
Not made to drink,
I am the almighty ink.
A materialistic thing that is not just materialistic.
Yashkrit Ray Jun 18
Falling like crystals,
Raindrops from the sky.
Unfurled like a blanket,
Black clouds seem to cry.

And my room is filled
With earthy scent of soil and clay.
It evokes all my memories
And nostalgia all the day.

Joined by the dancing peacock,
It quenches thirst of flowers.
Crying all the way,
Black clouds loose all their water.
Yashkrit Ray Jun 16
I am so sorry.
I am sorry, I didn't listen to you.
I am sorry, I ignored  you.
I am sorry, I did not eat what you gave me.
I am sorry for not spending time with you.
I wanted to hug you.
I wish, I could massage your feet.
I wish, I could give you a glass of water.
I am so sorry my grandma.
Now I want to face the truth.
In loving memory of my grandma........
Yashkrit Ray Jun 14
Falling leaves in autumn,
Washing all the sins away.
Crushed under the feet’s rhythm,
Mixing with the soil and clay.

Washing all the sins away,
Headed to fresh new start.
Mixing with the soil and clay,
Fixing the broken heart.

Headed to fresh new start,
Blooming flowers in spring.
Fixing the broken heart,
Like melodies from violin’s string.

Blooming flowers in spring—
Gave me a fresh new start.
Like melodies from violin’s string,
Solace that flowers bring to my heart.
A Pantoum presenting a complete loop from decay to rebirth and renewal and the solace we find upon renewal.
Yashkrit Ray Jun 14
Wind drifting through grass
At my feet, it stops and moans
Wind breaks- moaning ends
When the wind stops, silence remains- the moment of stillness.
Yashkrit Ray Jun 14
Candle burning out
Becoming smaller, melts down
Still giving out light
The hope that remains even when eveything is shattered.
Yashkrit Ray Jun 14
Water dripping down
From the leaf after the rain-
And the last drop falls
The silence after..........
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