An idea lights up,
Willing my fingertips to caress
Those alphabets to motion
For those words of yore I yearn
Words on paper with a pen
Words come together
Expressions seek a vent
Expressions seek a vent
And I open my computer
Willing my fingertips to caress
Those alphabets to motion
Arranging and re-arranging words
Sans life.Sans emotion.
For those words of yore I yearn
Words on paper with a pen
Crossed , scribbled ,doodled, torn
Lovingly caressed with a hand forlorn
A neat cursive here.A scribble there.
Ink blots ,Those little dots
Marks left by an unfriendly eraser
On the pristine white of paper
Marks left by an unfriendly eraser
On the pristine white of paper
Longingly I reach for a pen.
My fingers stop with a quiver..
Writing a few illegible lines
Hard it is to please my jilted lover.
Writing a few illegible lines
Hard it is to please my jilted lover.
Weary I put the pen aside
Placing my thoughts umpteen
Into the tangles of the web
And call it Going Green.
Ah! The conundrum...
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I love writing on paper, even now... in fact I feel better when it is paper and pen/pencil, rather than the keystrokes!
But, as you say, Go Green is an equally relevant aspect!
Lovely verse as always, Sunitha!
Thank You Usha Ma'm, Yes. I love writing too, but these days I hardly do any writing , it is always typing and more typing.
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