The Pen

It just sat there in the corner where books and paper are kept...in neglect..
I never even bother placing it in its respective holder..just let it lie there..in neglect...
but something keeps disturbing my mind..I'm lost in thought...still battling with the thoughts in my head I turn around...and I saw it...lying still...idle for a moment..but not anymore...
I pick it up and feel its wisdom flowing thru my fingers..wise pen..I begin to write and soon..
lost in thought again but this time the thoughts becomes words..in time becomes phrases and sentences on a sheet of paper.

Now it never lie idle anymore...it had its place with the books and papers..but not in neglect. .it sit proudly in a beautiful case on top of my books. It is always there..waiting..but not idle for long...time and time again I would pick it up..together we cruise along the sea of fairytails and magic...among the untold stories between friends and foes...within the walls of fictions and tales...

I always carry it wherever I go..coz it is my diligent messenger...it delivers my untold messages to the world. It is my comrade and loyal friend...mute but speaks to me in a million of ways no one could ever do...it knows my wicked thoughts, my mighty ambitions and foolish dreams.