Ink on my fingers!

You were the cool breath of hot summer

You were the smoke and I turned ember

Burnt, drained and wasted all the day

Talking and walking saved the day!

World in my eyes had a new dimension

I was flying without any intention!

Thoughts conflicted touching each other's vibe

You became Ink on my fingers I had to wipe

You were the cool breath of hot summer

You were the smoke and I turned ember

You called me a shade that intensified you

You said deeds is all that matter to you 

Time turned you into a complete stranger

Your words and voice persist to linger!

All we had done is simple conversations
Which isn't possible with the present person!

You were the cool breath of hot summer

You were the smoke and I turned ember

This entire expression has lot of I and You
All that mattered to me was only You

You were the ink that added beauty to my words
Today you have become the ink on my fingers

I can clear the ink on my fingers and tear pages
But my thoughts and words  will have traces!

-Aparna Bhumi