Gates of tomorrow

Every rose has its thorns,
For every smile a frown is born.

Every step leads to a path,
Either you get success or face the wrath.

Every time you witness joy,
With it, dear, you must never toy.

For the gates of tomorrow are open wide,
chances will come to you like high tide.

The choice is yours. Go, see what you find,
If you consider yourself, one who respects time.

Will you travel back to the past,
and have your wish, fulfilled at last?

Will you race through the memory lane to the lines,
Or will you let your dark scars heal with time?

Gates of tomorrow wait for no man,
Make your decision as fast as you can.

But you must hear what I have to say my child,
You have my word, you won’t be beguiled.

Here is the thing with present and past,
In one you need to compete for space, the other is vast.

Flash floods of pain might make your way,
If in the past you wish to stay.

But if you decide to step into tomorrow,
Beware,  there are chances of both, joy and sorrow.

At least the future holds some mystery,
For those who yearn to be careless and free.

INKY

 

Draft created on blog on Jul 4, 2019 at 6:30 PM

Alive

The blog has been so dead. Despite myself and people reminding me to post.

So here I am, again, after ages trying to give some life to this place. (By posting a mix of old and new pieces.)

Doesn’t matter if people even see these posts or not. Because point is to revive this blog and my confidence in sharing my work with people. It is high time, I muster up the courage, try to believe in myself and just put my stuff out there. Even if no one ends up reading it. Ahahhaha. 😀 This place is like my baby and I should not ignore it (though I already have).

Inky
24th Jan 2021 (was almost about to type 2020 hehehhe 😛 )

Poison and antidote

The poisonous thoughts in her head suffocated her.

Poisoned cage,

filled with rage!

Desperate for the antidote,

Three pages later,
she was healed.

Inky

Draft Date: Jul 30, 2018 2:19 PM

Photo 35

Your reflection completes you.

Inky

Your eyes

Sometimes you don’t need to hear the tale of torture that some has been gone through.

Sometimes you only need to take a glimpse of their eyes.

Because the eyes say things that cannot be verbalized.

And you my love, I know you’ve crossed oceans of melancholy and defeated storms of depression to get to where you are now.

For that I consider you a heroine.

~12:28 14th April 2020

~Inky

Black ink 🖤

Some moments are like a drop of indelible black ink.

They can turn your clear soul to charcoal black.

~Inky
9/02/2020

 

Feeling with no feeling

Do you ever get that feeling that you really miss someone, but it doesn’t hurt? 🦋

You’re okay with the feeling of missing someone and not be sad about it? 🦋

-Inky

11/02/2020

Ramadan Mubarak

Assalamualaikum

Ramadan Mubarak!

My name

It doesn’t hurt,
the way it used to.

Now,
I’m immuned to the pain.

Barrier to the
scars,
With my barrel of
flaws,

and the match for the
flames.

Pain’s the name of the
game,
and I play with
My Name.

 

INKY

Moment