Me and my pen…

I grab solace in my den,

Yeah! Just me and my pen…

Just me and my pen.

But,

Keeping my work under microscope,

Into my world they cryptically elope.

My toddler couplets; their target,

They appraise the journey, I just set.

They be the jury, so uninvited,

Of the feelings my soul recited.

They mock my paper, insane.

And kick my imagination to exit lane.

They try to decode my scars,

And assume reasons of my inner wars.

  

They meet my character in my words,

And tease my immature writing buds.

Of ‘writers block’ they suspect,

And compel me to introspect.

But at the end of the day,

When all had their ‘say’.

  

For me it’s time to quietly melt,

And paint the things I just felt.

And so,

 No matter what…

Again I return,

 To grab solace in my den,

Yeah! Just me and my pen…

Just me and my pen.

---Janvi Sonaiya