INKED PAGES

She wrote a life she loved, 
On the pages all blank,
She inked them with her desires,
Where all the inked feelings by those pages were being drank.
She documented all the details,
So that one day she could have a look,
A look towards her throughout journey,
Which she was keenly gathering in her secret book.
All that she had seen, all that she experienced ,
All that she had known,
Was being simultaneously penned down,
Just to cherish all the times being flown.
To all the people she had known,
And all the places she had been,
To all the moments in time,
Showed how she let things pass with their end so serene.
There upon the paper was her treasure line by line,
The treasure of all her desires and aims,
The treasure of all her devotions ,
The treasure of her heart embedded in deep emotions. 
That passion to write her own story,
The story she could tell,
She wanted that ink on pages to shout,
"No matter what, She lived it well."
                                                   -Stuti Kapoor