Sunday, July 24, 2011

Let's Write A Story

They began writing in the same book,
they started at opposite ends.
She took the front;
he, the back.

Pens were passé, they said.
Quills were what they felt they should write their story with.
And so it began.

Dipping the grey quill in red ink, they scribbled,
scrawled,
squiggled,
doodled,
wrote.


Reams of paper were covered with words,
words that never meant anything to anyone, except them.
They wrote in code, in diagrams, stick figures.
A language only they could understand.

Red ink stains all over their hands, faces and clothes,
as red as the lipstick on her lips,
yet not as red as her nail polish.

They had to run out of ink, and she was first to do so.
She wrote fast, yet lesser.
He was slower, yet dirtier.
Her part of the book was left midway,
as the red ink ran off the white page into blankness.

And as he completed his story.

5 comments:

  1. A poem about writing a story...first I've read! Simple, easy on the eyes, yet fascinating and superbly creative!!

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  2. a fresh idea!! nice :)

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  3. whooo....nice....kuch hatke tha

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