Ink-Paper

You and I,

were like

a twisted pair of cable,

Taking melancholy

and twinkle

in an equal amount.

You were like a

Full Stop.

Nothing more,

nothing less.

I was the

exclamation !

Full of expressions!

One day,

in your close book

I affixed

a wisp of

exclamation,

tweaked

from mine.

Since then,

untwisting erupted

Taking all from me,

Giving all to you.

We became like

a parallel pair of cable.

You and I,

are

Paper and Ink

I have to dwindle

to make the

twisted words in you

look beautiful.