This pen I love

There is this pen I love.

Like a moody girl, it changes colours.

Splashes hues.

Castes off jewels.

Words.

Now lush.

Now stark.

Making the verve of life ebb and flow. 

There is this pen I love.

Like a fire-cracker, it lights up my eyes.

Sparks off dreams.

Glows of life.

Words.

Now bright.

Now dark.

Bursting like a spider in the sky. 

There is this pen I love.

Like a rambling samba, it has a poet’s walk.

Knocking off worries.

A rhythm in his stride.

Words.

Now long.

Now short.

Like steps while riding a mountain. 

There is this pen I love.

Like a coolie, with an armload of feelings.

Lugging failure.

But carrying faith.

Words.

Now heavy.

Now easy.

Trying to reach an eternal destination.