Pen friend

Under the starry sky,
and the moon bright,
as I sit on the lush meadows,
I get nudged to write.
Enveloped in tranquility,
embraced by solitude,
my pen writhes on the paper,
my heart brims with gratitude.
Amidst the turbulence of emotions,
I become hysterical,
I lose control over myself,
and sit down to write something cynical.
My heart nurtures each emotion,
gulps down my mind like a holy potion,
they maneuver onto the page through my nib,
if papers were lungs,my words were ribs.
With every twist, every turn,
every drag of my pen,
the boulder sitting on my chest,
sublimes as I ken.
On seeing a couple of pages,
caressing my sentiments,
and a couple of blank ones,
promising to be ears for my debilitating laments,
Indulgence cascades in with a flair,
as to vacuum rushes air.
Then pacification crams me,
and down I put my pen,
get ready for the day to come,
and be immersed in my bustling schedule again !

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