To my pal pen...

Admitted in ICU,

Alas! I’m nothing without you.

Remember,

We wrote epics on sand,

That Spell of spellings with our band.

Cynicism, criticism, expectation?

Whats your reason of separation?

Family, Friends, lover,;no one’s mine.

You are this addicts wine.

My words are turning meaningless,

My stories are committing suicide,

My poems are becoming mere rhyming words,

My feelings have all but, feel

My tears are just salty water….

 

Alas! This menopause.

No more i give birth to book with noble cause.

A cook who doesn't cook,

A fighter who doesn't fight,

A teacher who doesn't teach,

….and deprived of you. I’m a writer who doesn't write.

My pal pen,

Please wake up,

Hug me back,

If not..

For eternity;Let me sleep besides you. Let me sleep besides you....

----Janvi Sonaiya.