Afrina T Mehraj Shaik

 At the times, Paper and ink wait for the words, To fall out in color. Waiting for a pinch of intension To make the words flow in sentences.   At the times, The sky signals to shut down the world, And the highbrows wake up with worries of Heaven lines on; Loading the tides of chimeras.   At the times, The paper stains. The words of reality, The words of Imagination and The words of dichotomy.   At the times, Reality reflects its effects, And the stains of nosiness   Resonates for fairness. Shows a pen at war.     At the times, The Imagination inks in, Where imagination is more beautiful and ideal than a reality. Adds quintessential hope Giving sets of dictums.   At the times, The dichotomy of strains Fall in To entertain the tired souls; Adds a melody of fun for a while;   At the times, The day falls for the night And the paper fills with the boons That lets the reader keep turning To live every stained pag