The Last Drop of That Mighty Ink

Swiping the sweat of my head even in the cold,
I sit down every night, play with my thoughts,
Rugged thoughts surround me, nag me again,
Tonight you will have to make it through boy..

I surrender to my inner poet, Ha! I call myself one,
Though there ain’t many words to prove,
How the journey began, how it’d ever end?
I just keep walking down the abyss of doubts..

Try to remain lost in that imagery of clouded inhibitions,
I pen down a thousand drafts, dropping those long ashes down,
Each time the verse goes perfect, I take a double shot espresso,
Not to celebrate, but to exist in the same world sourcing me..

I salute my ink pen, its form, the way it influenced me to buy,
The composure makes me write more, it lies,
Each time I smother the nib down under the cap’s butt,
It abuses me. It points me. It tells me you’re a coward..

Courtesy: Dipti Malhotra

Waking up in the middle of the night, I stare the moon,
Preparing my coffee again, I sit down,
I take down my thoughts, they change, they do,
Dreams, no they ain’t so easy to chase..

I near perfection and I fall but I still laugh on my repercussions,
I sit back and rewind the roll of my hungover memories,
Bringing the woods to life, I see the nature, calming down,
The first ray of sunshine, strikes the beautiful epiphany..

I collect the fallen sheets I painted my words on,
The helpless butts on the floor stare me with a sigh,
They shout at me, you killed us last night,
Your death is not so far, Mr Insight..

12 Comments, RSS

  1. ravenousforlife May 24, 2013 @ 11:58 am

    I've never understood the irony you know. Who kills whom between the cigarette and the smoker.
    Loved the poem. Would be happy to hear that it isn't autobiographical. 🙂

  2. sneha mehta May 24, 2013 @ 12:05 pm

    Amazing.. deep and woah.. awesome!!

  3. Hiren Chauhan May 24, 2013 @ 12:19 pm

    Something different. Beautifully written, Ashu. 🙂

  4. piyush gaur May 24, 2013 @ 1:44 pm

    awesome bowey :-> specially these lines

    How the journey began, how it'd ever end?
    I just keep walking down the abyss of doubts.

    Too good, keep going buddy. 🙂

  5. gairo May 24, 2013 @ 1:54 pm

    मेरे और मेरे बीच का द्वंद्वयुद्ध|
    Truly strong poem or do they(poets) have some terminology for it???
    Strong like that double shot espresso.
    I like to read it again and again to understand my perspective of it some more.
    It will reveal the reflection i am trying to see.
    now i'm sounding like a intoxicated poet.
    Great post yaar. I'll again give it visit soon.

  6. Aditi May 24, 2013 @ 1:55 pm


    I read this and I feel ashu has truly evolved… EPICNESS…. I ve no words at the awe that it creates inside of me…

  7. Pramod J. May 25, 2013 @ 6:19 am

    Awesome one bro 🙂

  8. amit kumar pandey May 25, 2013 @ 8:21 am

    loved it….. one f ur best.

  9. Aparajita Singh May 25, 2013 @ 8:57 am

    Wow! Amazin! With each new post I see you growing in your writing style. The ink is surely proud that it belongs to you 🙂

  10. Ankit Sharma May 25, 2013 @ 9:07 am

    This was writing at its sheer best ashu… Try reciting it and its more amazing. Keep writing. Cheers!

  11. liveonimpulse May 25, 2013 @ 9:21 am

    Great poem Ashu. Keep enthralling us with such lovely pieces of work.

  12. palomasharma May 26, 2013 @ 7:55 am

    Especially liked the last paragraph.

    It was amazing to see how a poet can tell any story in such few words, even the story of the process of creation itself that s/he undergoes while giving birth to a poem.

    I'd say this is your best, except I do not wish to limit myself. I'll be watching out for more from you – much, much more.

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