The pen

by Manahill Naik

A wonder
How I've unknotted
The tethers of the dark and the shadows
Now
I'm floating
The blues and pinks of soap bubbles
Breathing in my eye

I'm climbing
Enchanted tree trunks
And my thoughts
Walking
Past the moon's sea shore

I'm marching
With knee high boots
Caked in rose scented mud
Showering rosy petals
Over the spirits homes

I'm lighting
The street lamps
With the glow of silver stars
And I'm unlatching glass jars
For fireflies to fly home

I'm painting
Wild thoughts, Wide smiles
By scratching my pen
Against their intertwined nerves

I'm falling
Down the hazy hill
And I'm saved
By the tethers
Of the light I lit

I'm learning
To fight purple bruises
And to be
Good and kind
To thread their scars
With raw words and my pen
Till they say
We're good and fine


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DavidBokolo

DavidBokolo

February 9, 2017 - 16:54 Hi, Naik, whatsoever that set you free from your tethers to give you such elation. Nice of you to come out for a breather. Nice piece.
Manahill Naik

Manahill Naik

February 9, 2017 - 17:38 Thanku for reading, the appreciation and the upvote David ♡
rekhanshiraghava

rekhanshiraghava

February 20, 2017 - 16:47 There is always a pleasure in reading what you write.... I am falling short of words... Great!!!!

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