THE LOST PEN


I have lost my pen

its nib – golden

once scribbled ceaselessly

while the world retired

to the cushion of comfort every night

the quill loved to brush against the papyrus…

 

leaking on blank pages

the painful emotions

which were witness of sordid transitions

helplessly,

yet as a powerful weapon

narrating every encounter thus illegal…

 

where is the indite

where’s the instrument

the sword -that sliced reality

spear- which pierced the raw veins

dagger – which wounded the cold heart

as a potion for lovers

and deadly poison

for hypocrites

lost somewhere

… help me ,find my pen

Tis’ lost somewhere

in the desert.

4 thoughts on “THE LOST PEN

  1. humblepye May 26, 2015 / 8:12 pm

    I don’t think you lost it my dear
    these words you wrote
    make it all too clear

    Lovely🙂

    • soumyav May 29, 2015 / 3:19 pm

      Thank you so much John. Good to hear from you !

  2. vishalbheeroo May 31, 2015 / 2:28 pm

    The words lost in translation and buried echoes beauty of the pen. Flawless, Soumya:)

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