THE SURGE OF INK. 

Drowned. Chocked and Constrained. 

The pent-up emotions, slid open the barrage. 

Splashing over the sheet,  

The Ink let go of the surcharge. 

With the swell of love, 

And sometimes of hate. 

The Ink danced 

And sometimes raged. 

As if in a dreamy trance, 

The Ink wandered like a stream. 

And sometimes streamlined, 

In an alert phase. 

At the bay, a stray Thought barked. 

Barring its tide, breaking its flow. 

To the rescue, the Heart swelled and yelled. 

And the Ink found its might, to resume the flow. 

At a meander, it flowed over pebbles of memories. 

Gurgling with glee, bubbling with delight. 

And sometime lapping the air, 

After a loud cry. 

Over the white surface, 

The Ink ran and wandered unrestrained. 

Leaving behind versus and sermons on the overlay.