The Scribbler In Me
I have an old school side of that can't keep off pen and paper, I write down whatever comes across my mind and at times it ends up as short stories or even poetry which I have to confess may not be at par with what you are used to reading in your literature class or even the many books that echo the poetic world. So I went ahead; let go and let flow in the world unknown and this is what was born.
PEN & PAPER
Pen and paper caressing each other brutally
With no thought or emotion, they go on
Oblivious of the person spewing their views through them
Used up for personal gains
Littering the desks and walls of houses, hallways and streets
Pens, so beautiful and classy
Bleeding their all out of love for our work to come to birth
And later tossed in the bins with parts missing
Of decent burials to best seller books
Paper, so vital we can’t do without
Not even the paperless classrooms threatens your intended death
So resourceful
Gracing noticeboards, bags, bookstores, libraries…
You are such a school
Torn, burned, dumped in stinky pits
Happy ending much?
Whatever happened to recycling?
(IT ALL STARTS SOMEWHERE)
To all writers, students, and all other paper and pen consumers.