PEN OF A READY WRITER

My hands become clammy
My palms, sweaty
My pen trembling along side
My paper, drenched in my sweat
And like a light bulb flicked on
The words come
And my paper, is at my mercy with my attack
It’s filled up, and ready

Bold and confident
I pick my pen
And write, and write
It’s ready
I was born ready

#Difference

I write,
And I write

It so happens that
I wrote from my heart
And I wrote from my head
Respectively
They both work together
But most often than not
Result varies
The head is logical
The heart bears feelings
But the important fact is
Words from the heart bear more
Than my heady structure
Though simple, but impactful
My head is proud of its constructions and
Eloquence
But weighs lesser, and not worthy of my pen’s stress
My pen refuses an errand from my head
But my pen.