I gifted myself a Parker fountain pen recently, that inexpensive student class pen. I love scribbling - worthless words, technical crap, pseudo code, geometrical figures, stupid thoughts and mindless ramblings. I have a dream of writing a novel with a fountain pen and I wish somebody gifts me a Sheaffer or an Omas pen someday. Buying this pen had one creative effect on me, I penned down my very first poem and here I'm publishing it...it talks about the constant friction between the heart and the mind. Please do share your thoughts on it...
Maze of my mind
As I dig throught the labyrinth of my mind
With the hope of peace I yearn to find
The dirt and dust has made me blind
And left me deprived of love and kind
I start with good and drift to evil
I often wonder if its heart, the devil
Oh no she's too servile to be so vile
And she's the one who brings me smile
The maze of mind is infinitely consuming
With the hope of peace I yearn to find
The dirt and dust has made me blind
And left me deprived of love and kind
I start with good and drift to evil
I often wonder if its heart, the devil
Oh no she's too servile to be so vile
And she's the one who brings me smile
The maze of mind is infinitely consuming
Leaving me all devoid of feeling
Heart's lost, she needs some leading
To find the way out without much bleeding
This maze someday I hope to obliterate
Before it devours my heart, too late
And wish for better and beautiful fate
Restore good heart to her happier state
Heart's lost, she needs some leading
To find the way out without much bleeding
This maze someday I hope to obliterate
Before it devours my heart, too late
And wish for better and beautiful fate
Restore good heart to her happier state
