Passionate Ink

“Hey, I can’t give you anything in return, yet you make me a star” she said to the poet.  The poet smiled, “Don’t worry dear, you are my ink”.

“Ink!” her rosy lips bloomed elegantly while her enticing eyes continued questioning him silently.  “So, where is the pen?” she asked.  The poet smiled again, “I am the pen”.

 “Oh, you are really beyond my understanding” her eyes shined while expressing her surprise.   “You are a writer and you write well, no doubt.  Rather, you reveal to the world about my known and unknown SELF!” she praised.  He kept smiling silently.  His smile always hypnotized the beautiful women, so always he kept it reserved for the special one.  To her, just a thought about him was more than enough to light up the candles of glee.  To him, she was just a miracle!

“I am badly in need of re-filling my pen today” he said. His intense eyes measured the depth of her eyes.  “Don’t look at me like this” her usual reply patted his ears.  Breeze was too busy in playing with her hair.

“So, what colour of ink I am?” her question was sudden.  “It depends” his killing smile again bloomed on his face.  “Each colour carries different meanings and emotions.  Each colour represents different moods and feelings.  Can you imagine a world without colours?” his intense eyes penetrated her  eyes, enticing and enthralling.

She had nothing to comment but replied with her elegant smile, “You are awesome.  But, don’t change the topic; just tell me about the ink”.

“Writing stops when the pen becomes empty” smilingly he said, “Please fill this pen with hot, colourful, creative, passionate, shining and smooth flowing ink”. 

“Oh, you are crazy!” she couldn’t resist laughing.  “What kind of ink it is!  And, you say, I am your ink!”  Excitement reflected on her face.  Her eyes twinkled; lips shivered; breasts vibrated and she blossomed like a poem before his eyes.

“Wow, my pen is re-filled” He screamed out of ecstasy.  Her eyes unbelievably stared at him.  “Dear, you are my ink.  Whenever this pen goes blank, it just needs your presence and rest is nothing but miracles.  You are my inspirational ink!” He confessed to her.

Tears rolled down her chubby cheek.  “But, I am thousands of miles away from you.  Lots of beauties are around you to keep you high in your thoughts and moods?” her sweet voice sounded like the warble of a skylark.  “Many questions are yet to be answered by scientists” his sudden reply made both of them laugh like a stream. 

“The pen is filled and ready to write” he smiled, “Millions of thanks to you, my ink.  Don’t waste your time thinking about the ink but think about the pen, instead”.

Her enticing eyes and rosy lips both presented him an unforgettable smile.  She waved her hands and stretched towards him.  Passionately and cravingly, his hands rushed to her.  Can a small mobile screen hold their passion? 

The call got cut.  He looked at the jasmine flower, the wallpaper on his mobile and smiled.  “Yes, the pen is refilled and ready to write” he said to the world.  And, passionately he wrote ‘My eyes won’t lie... And, I can’t reveal the truth...’

MURALY TV

02 MAY 2020