INK LIFE

INK LIFE 
My mindset is
 the splattered ink, 
neither in bold nor  italics,
thick nor thin,
threatening to spill
weighing on every meaning
words phrases  could carry
knotted up, juggled
Those who’ve yet to feel
shall not speak
and pray to tell words
do you realize
What am I up to?
What’s behind was for
A season or a reason,
clear as day, solid reverie
What lies under shall remain
Between the lines
and if it reaches you,
We all are in the
same boat, named 
as "Life".
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI