Mute voices, scribbling pens 

When life beats you down and crushes your soul, art reminds that you have one.  
It’s not a reflection of thoughts. It’s a reflection of images in our minds. 

It’s not a well thought plan. It’s a random action of picking up the pen and scribbling aimlessly unless something so abstract yet beautiful streams out of the nib.

Whenever words lose meaning, we take to ink. 

Whenever our voices fade away amidst the cries of the world, we take to ink. 

Whenever we become oblivion to the critiques of our soul, we take to ink. 

Whenever we find ourselves sinking into the waves of time, we take to ink. 

The moment we die inside, we take to ink. 

We take to ink to live different lives. 

We take to ink to love more harder. 

We take to ink to shed more tears. 

We don’t want the world to pay heed to us. 

We don’t wish to shout louder than other screams.

We only take to ink when all that’s left is the paper, and a lot to leave behind. 

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17 thoughts on “Mute voices, scribbling pens 

  1. “We only take to ink when all that’s left is the paper, and a lot to leave behind. ”
    Such a hard-hitting line , leaves quite an impact. I loved the piece and such a beautiful way to reiterate the fact that writers are all the voices we need. All those emotions locked away inside us come out through words scribbled on parchments.I am old-school and enjoy putting pen to paper. Keep the writer in you alive and kicking😊😊😊😊

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  2. You are a powerful writer, Sparsh. I love the way you weave words and make them have unique meanings that sound so melodiously that they could make an angry person smile. This is beautiful, and truly your voice and writing style is rare.

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  3. This is so beautiful. For me personally, I didn’t write for 30 years and I was dead inside. It was because I was consumed with coping to get through the harder parts of my life. But writing later on and creating a legacy was perhaps the greatest feeling of accomplishment I’ve ever experienced.
    So I was reborn when I “took to ink.”
    This is such a thought provoking and beautiful post!

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