A Pen -- Another version

A pen has of its own,
No thought, word or tone.
No language is its.
It speaks the holding hands,
and shows the owner's stance.
Be it anyone, who asketh,
happily, its blood, it giveth.

Pen

Bar its blood, a pen
Has nothing, its own
Whosoever invites
Their tongue it speaks.
A thought’s ride to reality,
It might incite,
Amity or enmity.

Let it be now

Mechanical lives & artificial hearts,
Never can nourish love
Nor can buy a breath of peace

The mountain of ego, shadows the senses,
It corrodes the heart within,
And one day, you’ll come crashing.

Let it be today,
Let it be now,
So that, you can rise before you loathe yourself

I Seek

I seek
A moment’s escape,
A moment's blankness.
Escape from thoughts,
Blankness of mind

A moment
when nothing enters exists or exits the mind.
And which isn’t by force.
(Nothing should force me to invite, entertain or drive ‘em away)

Just a gap in this turbulence,
A brief period of numbness,
Is what I seek.

What

What’s it, you wish for

What’s that, you desire to acquire

What reaches of existence, are you dying to discover

Answers to what questions, is this search for

What form should truth take?

For you, to hug it without force or fear.

Fuel, Wick & Flame

The thoughts you sow,

The words you speak,

The acts you do,

Gonna be, the fuel, wick and flame

Of your radiance today.

Death

Each breath draws it near

Yet, if you breathe, it stays far

It’s certain to see its face

But, at its chosen time and place.