Pen ! Oh Pen .

 While tuning the tip of my pen,

I saw words flowing out of it.

deep words, simple words

hopeless words, intertwined words

words for you, words of me.

I was not trying too hard to move my hand.

it just outbrusted spontaneously.

just a bunch of words

so connected,

so constrained

to imply the feelings or not just feelings.

Here,

A cup of feelings originating from nowhere.

I wrote them down all.

Maybe

this is a misinterpretation!

Rather,

 I let the pen express its awareness

as it has now become a part of me.

Oh, I can

draw my imagination,

write the depth of my thoughts,

solve the curiosity,

jumble the bunch of words for rhymed whispering.

I can amazingly do them all.

Eventually,

I can relate with the pen.

ink gradually disappears

so the life we have.

some have broken tips, faded inks

and here with a broken heart, faded   soul

we are denying the truth.

Yet,

There is always a brighter side.

just like refilling the ink

can't we rejuvenate our life

with gratitude in this awesome world ??

And,

I love the faith between the pen and paper.

Consistently and smoothly flowing lines

constructing the essence of life as

poetry, art, and science.

I just love the faith.