Endless Ink of Love

By Akansha Gendre

My love for him is like the poetries I write.

There’s a lot of ink in my pen

But the papers are blank.

I somehow finish writing

But it’s never enough.

And sometimes I end up writing an odd line

Which ruins the whole poem.

I, then, stop writing for a while.

Not understanding what poetries are anymore.

Then, out of the blue, I grab the pen.

I lay the words running in my mind.

It ends up looking just like him.

I, then, realise,

He’s my poetry,

He’ll always be.

By Akansha Gendre