The Big Bad War
The Big Bad War1 min 154 1 min 154
The Pen doesn’t care; is unaware
Of the situation dire.
Ignorant, it awaits its turn
To get chosen for some action.
But the Mind holds back in fear
Afraid to lay it all bare
They go on a bad, bad war.
Pen waits to inscribe the thoughts,
To fill the pages with its flow.
But the Mind...
It has it’s reasons hundred
To not give in, and to give it a go.
The Mind holds a lot of memories
And has its own vagaries.
Pen and Mind
A long distance relationship they share.
When the thoughts meet the tip, they rejoice.
When they part...they agonize each.
The Pen awaits for a chance; helplessly
Oblivious, of the Mind’s complexity.
While the Mind is messed up in its own burn
The Pen eagerly waits for its turn.
The skeptical Mind keep the words confined
Refuses to let go of the thoughts unrefined.
The Soul suggests to let go
Of the thoughts,
In parts; a bit at a time
As short sweet nothings.
Lay the emotions on a paper
Let the problems drop dead
On white cold sheets
And watch them fade; smudge.
Witness the birth of some new
From the ashes of those dead
Or, some in a new shade.