Piyush Jain
I just
want to write,
Just the
act of writing,
Leading
to no meaning
And
gaining no symbols
I just
wish to write,
For my
pen is new.
Its has a
bright tip,
And a
clear smooth grip.
I have no
meaning
and I
make no sense.
Its still
fine, for
not
everything is completed in meaning and sense
It has
been two hours,
I have
been writing,
Copying
down books after books,
Like a
real writer being credited for Ghost Writing.
The tip
of my pen,
Its
bright and steel,
It stops
at nothing,
But
nothing it feels.
It is a
zombie, a bright white one.
It gives
no meaning and has no sense.
And yet
it keeps going,
it never
stays still.