How horrible the page would look with all the scribbles
Never been turned, but always ideas jotted down with fresh ink
Ideas may be stale or fresh, they intermingle uncomfortably
Not out of harmonious feelings; lazy fingers didn’t want to work
Even the fresh ink becomes stale and curdles along with the old
Reeking of confusion and drawing the epitome of laziness
One who can make sense of the endless twirls and jumbled words
Entangled uneasily like creepers and smothering the ideas
Engaging them in a questionable situation across revolting molecules
Of ink and paper; both tired of the tiredness of a lazy character
Curled up from the edges and strained at the spine
The contorted words and convulsive designs will be a reality
~Amitav
Really enjoyed reading this. Have undergone this HORROR!
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Thank you so much. Yes, the eyes strain and the mind in a tizzy. 🙂
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