Notebook

Notebooks

They're fascinating

They're like toys that have no right way to play

You draw you write

You love you fight

With your pen, it sees it all.

It is all right.

And maybe someday you'll be reading your past on blank pages

eyes lose focus, the picture gets detailed in (many)ways

The Notebook might flip a page or two to snap you out of it

and maybe roll away the pen kept on it for days

You see I feel that notebooks are like people

in a dimensional sort of a way

Like a video is just collection of pictures (sequential)

so it has a life of its own. Say,

Paper is a person

So experiences must be the pen

Emotional traces are the ink

Though bewitched to vanish when

The clock ticks.

Not the one in your phones but the one in your head

You'll see magic

Because the ink disappears with just a faint tread.

But see

When you keep the pen at a point for a long time

It seeps to the other side of the paper

The side that other people see

When there's an emotion stagnant in your heart, mind,

It's not hidden anymore may you taper

The key holes to invisibility

But what happens if you don't lift the pen?

What if you can't lift the pen? Then?

The ink makes the paper weak

Put a lil force and there

There'll be a hole in the sheet

The ink is more like fire

And this fire spreads

Burns self to soot

Line by line

Page by page

Layer by layer

Beyond repair

If only someone saw the mark on the other side.

Now you may argue that you use ball pens

but son words merely are words.