My pen and I talked
About music, rivers and stars
About fairies, dragons and the czars
About rainbows, Hogwarts and the centaurs
We wandered together in erratic directions
We boarded our craft and travelled through dimensions
We met the princess who kisses the toads
We saw the greens, the yellows, the reds and the woad
We swayed together in bliss and sorrows
We played with dinosaurs, ostriches and sparrows
We flew at night over forbidden empires
We crossed the kingdoms of werewolves and vampires
But, we couldn’t distinguish blacks, browns or whites
We couldn’t decipher the meanings of those fights
We couldn’t comprehend the division of water and oil
The battles over trees and borders turmoil
I am better in my room with my fantasies
I am better off that virtue which brings such vagaries
I am better off friends and I love my pen
Because we talk and have no worries of wise men
About the Author
Vikas Sinha is ironically caught up in the great Indian struggle of earning bread and butter. He is aspirational yet pragmatically aware of his needs and thus make his living by creating integrated marketing solutions. He lives an unfulfilled life, severely deprived of love and solitude, and with an unquenchable creative thirst.
