Thursday, November 27, 2008

Request of a Pen

Thoughts are Thoughts until in Brain,
The catch lies when you let them Drain...
The task is tough, you need to be rough..
But trust me on that, Its not that big a pain.
All you need is my white buddy and me
He is the door and I am the key.
Together we rock and let you see...
The thoughts you had, crafted by me.
So just pick me between your fingers,
Hold me tight and let me not linger.
I promise I'll help you bring them to life,
Afterall they are your thoughts
& the medium is divine.