My Pen With Emotions

If my pen had a heart, it would explode,

As I write so much that it shall implode.

It feels that my pen is in constant thirst,

Every time I hold it; it writes about you first.

My pen bleeds with your feelings,

At times I feel like, one heart we're sharing,

It starts to write on its own when it's held

As it is addicted to you and impelled.

My pen does not need ink to write,

As it writes from my blood after we fight.

When my hands tremble, my soul holds the grip,

And again, my pen starts to write, doesn't slip.

You are a poem that I intended to become a poet,

I wished with you I could sing a love's duet.

Under the grey clouds when the world goes quiet,

With hearts together and hands held tight.

Just Random Thoughts By

Sanji-Paul Arvind

**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.