Pen(is) Mighty When I hold It

I, I flirt a lot,

Going around, encompassing all

The thoughts, the words

And breed more in darkness-

The intense passion.

Initiation- make a move

I do it, do it all,

I play a lot with them

Swirl them, turn them, toy them.

They get better with more touch.

Our naked souls converge.

We get to the point,

Bereft of our coyness,

Ideas begin to penetrate my head,

Desiring for more and more.

Inserting pen on the sheet laid wide,

Expelling all that I am aware of

At the zenith of heat generated,

I deliver the climax and

The final sigh of pleasure!

A Pause

Walking on the road endlessly

Measuring its pleasures

Your eyes grow voyeuristic,

Seeing and glancing over everything;

A bus on its way

Reaching its desired destination,

A dog barking, sellers yelling, sun shining,

A child crying, his eyes watering…

Water in the ocean-plentiful

Sky- a limitless view of infinite hues

Thoughts- so pensive and intense

Emotion changes like shades of the sun

Time so rapidly moves, it sways

The seasons- such a constant cycle.

Words like me are so mortal!

I is constantly stuck in quagmire-

Unmoving, failing and regressing.

Crisp biscuit in warm coffee

Softening with time, loosing

Spirits, hardness and making.

Leaves of the trees, once rich,

Fresh and new becomes dead and dry.

A rock at the foot

Has no story to tell

But silent waters running deep

Tells tales untold.

A book is once written

Once read and once forgotten.

I have no center to hold,

It will crack and when it does

I will sink

There is no time to wait,

It flees like sand in hand.

The jewels of the night sky

Have begun to fade,

Clouds have begun to appear.

Again

Caught and trapped,

Seized in these pensive moments

I have locked the self.

I don’t know where I exist

In this fleeting time

The becoming has became

And don’t know of what will become.