Insipid Ink

Ink loses its energy even before the undernourished pen can hope to be rejuvenated

There, a drop of ink still did not lose its sheen and looks healthier than the rest, bottled up, but its colour is fading and even gives off a stale odour

A scrawny looking pen still has that edge and fire, its steely resolve glints like a freshly sharpened rapier; from intense frictions and sparks, a newer energy to craft

Still, don’t lose the will to seek for nourishing ink; till then the pen shall meditate on silence and esoteric energy

Such travesty! Neither the interpretations are anywhere near the writer’s perspective, even the words that follow are sewn awkwardly 

An overfed pen with malnourished ink spills weak words that evaporate without a trace