Tuesday, December 18, 2012

The Awakening of the Pen


As, the night sky rumbles…
And, winter draws near
I huddle in the cold…
Filled with a new fervor

Sometimes, the cobwebs need dusting…
Sometimes, a weary soul needs a smile
Or, maybe just a coffee, a cigarette
A short acknowledgement that you are mine…

But, it’s ok…all is well…
As, it rains
Cold…dreary…December rain
And, all pain is frozen

While, my pen awakens
Perhaps, in desperate search…
Search for an answer
Or…A desperate attempt to cling on to its identity

3 comments:

Panchali said...

Welcome back... desperation gives you more strength. Let your pen flow..

Ranja said...

I just LOVE the last line :)

angel said...

ahh....i so know this mood...reminds me of so many days gone by..keep it up