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LOVE AND MY PEN

Issue - 4

NOVEMBER 2016

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CONTENTS PEN AND PAPER IN LOVE

BLACK

Would it sound strange if I tell you a story of a pen falling in love with a paper? if yes then you need to find out more in this poem. It fits perfect with our theme. by Karuna Shah, Page 1.

It is an open letter by the color black, on how important it is for us and what value it holds in our lives. Though we ignore it and not care much but it is important. The writer weaves a beautiful poem into an alter ego of a color. by Amrita Sood, Page 6.

BROKEN A modern breakup poem with a lot of enigma and sufficient turn of events to vest a story within. Read and share. by Abhishek Choudhury, Page 2.

ENTREATY A Beautiful poem on the state of a person in love. Quoting "Thinking of you in silence, Between its murmurs, My mind meditates on you." by Arun Pradeep Sharma, Page 3.

CRY OF THE UNTOLD A modern breakup poem with a lot of enigma and sufficient turn of events to vest a story within. Read and share. by Q TheWriter, Page 4.

MOMENTARILY MINE A love poem that stretches the horizons of your thoughts about love. by Aparajita S, Page 5.

A short story from issue 1

by Nimisha Bissa, page 7-8

TEAM INK Editor in Chief: Karuna Shah Content Analyst: Amy Johnston Associate Editors: Navjyot Kaur and Nidhi Panchal Ink Drift Publications www.inkdrift.com Email: inkdriftmag@gmail.com

BY AAKSA KARUNA SHAH

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A blank paper An idle pen , Sat across each other , Waiting to be used Longing to feel , The curves of ink , As it rolls out , Forming a word She though , Sat on her haunches , Glancing over the two , From a distance Had she seen , Used them , by the others in the house ,

Hindered she was , Not to touch Peeking over to see , Placed if there they were still ?

Thought occurred , to an attempt Took a step forward Her name she heard then , Focus shifted back to . . .

The broom and the mop . " Yes , i am doing it " she replied The blank paper .

The idle pen .

Abandoned again , Their eyes met , tears were formed .

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BY ABHISHEK CHOUDHURY

Once there was a girl , whom I met with eventually fell for her " Her words run , through my veins Her every smile , made me love But now her absence makes me cry , " For some reason may be , We got apart for years and she fell for someone else " Can ' t forget her face , As somewhere it got stuck in my heart now , whenever I see her My heart beats fast "

Later , that guy broke her heart So she ' s afraid to fall for someone else again " No trace of love in her eyes , But I carry her picture in my cries I ' ve lost something from this life .

Whom I valued more than my life But Unfortunately , It all happened without a reason And she left me Broken . "

BROKEN

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ARUN PRADEEP SHARMA

YTAERTNE

BY

My heart often goes Thinking of you in silence Between its murmurs My mind meditates on you Stretching to the limits of my endurance This morning when My heart and mind Complement each other

I beseech you To be with me virtually forever Knowing well that nothing else Can be of any help Need to be with you To restore me to myself

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BY Q THEWRITER

CRY OF THE UNTOLD Pains , cries , moans and defeats is all that has been me all this while I have waded several oceans , seen a million sights , walked many a mile But all over this globe I have seen none who has even swept me Maybe it is because no one in this world can ever be you You can run but you cannot hide , I ran but love found me You never ran but so beautifully you disguised the love for me You cannot love anyone the way you are in love with me Nor can you recreate the moments you share and will share with me The closeness ? The fondling ? The cajoling ? Is that all a lie Do you need more concrete evidence to say you can ’ t create a lie Love finds you and no one can deny that cause it is written And it is indeed written for us which is why we bond , my sweet kitten !

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You can be stupid and avoid me for reasons that are not true But nothing will ever stop me from continuing my love for you And if you think time will divert me or that another man will You truly know nothing about my iron clad strong will I will not leave you for any reason because you have my heart And you cannot give it back to me because it will kill us both I will wait for you my darling till ‘ death do us apart ’ Or rather till death does me away rather than being with you Open your eyes and come to me , my dear Come , Take my hand and have no fear Love opened my eyes and apparently closed yours This is neither my life not yours , it is ours !

BLACK

BY AMRITA SOOD

Dear humans , You love me on your dress , On bags , on shoes , on hair .

You say I suit everyone , Be it of any skin .

You love to see me on your car , To shine and to glow You choose me over a thousand colors , Lined in a row .

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You like to see me on the wall , You love when lights are dim Then why do you hate me as , A color of your skin ?

Yours sincerely , Black

BY APARAJITA S

MOMENTARILY MINE A story , with no beginning of an end .

A plan , I believe to be true , A Muse .

A perfect rhyme to a syllable .

A soprano , and a complementing Alto .

A wine glass and a heart , full of her thirst .

Chiffon scarf , and that scarlet dress .

Soft palms , and her warm Aura , that caressed Hair smelling lavender , and lips , wearing a peach flavoured smile .

How would they taste , I wondered .

A blind date , interchanged .

A mistake .

She laughed , realising , as she gazed .

Destined .

Startled , I admired - Beauty .

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Perfection .

A five - minute introduction .

A lifetime distraction .

Across the hall , her date blindly waited .

With all her grace , she walked .

Walked away .

With no love for me .

With no hatred , Lovestruck .

Oh , how I curse the love that I lost , even before I owned . Lovestruck .

Ah , I sat there , under the moon , all alone . Lovestruck .

A night - I ' ll never forget .

A night - She doesn ' t care to remember .

A night - when she was , momentarily , mine forever .

MACABRE

BY NIMISHA BISSA

A spur of moment and the radiance on her face was washed off by the drops from paradise . She heard the rumbling of violent storms , but failed to recognize the source - whether it was her feeble heart that roared or the nature that thundered . She was afraid of losing - not losing someone or something but herself . Clouds of incessant thoughts floated over her head and the commotion of theories commenced . She was scared ; scared of having lost touch with her own self . Scared of being happy in a group of people but gloomy when alone ; when solitude kills you and you stop being happy by yourself . That is what chilled her spine and alarmed her the most . When you have lost touch with your inner rhythm and have become incomplete , and you need people around you to company you , to lift you up , that is what seemed fearsome .

Musing over , she realized . . ' Nobody could mutilate you without your permission and no one could please you as well . Yes , people are going to hurt you . There will always be an incompatibility of temperaments between you and the person you love , but the relation will only go serene when you are at peace with your own self . The eerie numbness that surrounds you the moment you get detached with the outer world is not a good indication . I say , divorce yourself from the outer world and PAGE NO. 7

marry your inner rhythm . Know yourself , have a glimpse of your own heart , and get to understand yourself . It is only then you will get to know the other person better , and you become wiser . Talk to yourself , it is the man in the mirror who understands you the most , who knows your angelic side as well as the devilish side . When you are sad and depressed , steal time from the universe and concentrate on yourself .

Give attention to yourself rather than the world . Listen to the voice sustaining in you rather than the fellow pedestrians .

Start taking responsibility for yourself . Never blame the people around you for what you have become . It does not matter whether you stand strong or you are frail and weak today ; the shoes in which you stand today have been mended by the cobbler of your own hands . The fears and doubts that circumambulate you will evade eventually because you get clear of what actually makes you . You know your miscalculations , your flaws , your righteousness and your virtues . And you realize the happiness is you .

Start to dream big . Cloud your mind with incessant pursuits so that petty stuff does not bother you anymore . Set high goals for yourself , plan a dream to achieve the unachievable of reaching the zenith .

Endeavors such as this will prevent you from getting hurt in life because you don ’ t have time to bother about them . Know that you deserve to have it all . Uncover the infinite potential that is laid within you , and stop loving a life of mediocrity . Step into the wonderment of your highest self . They say you haven ’ t lived your life if by the end of the day you don ’ t go green in your knees .

The macabre buried deep down her fertile heart weeded , and she remembered that you are your own hero . No one , no one could defy what you are .

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