Pen and Pencil

The pen glide into the clean paper,
Writing its sweet nothings.
The pencil started making its marks,
Though temporary, it was alluring.
The pen slowly made its art, colorful and magical,
Red, Blue, Green, Purple, so intense and vibrant!
The pencil created an art, colorless, monotonous, bland!
Yet the pen finds it alive, deep and warm nevertheless.
The pen stroked its rich heartwarming poems,
As if it gave away the very last drop of ink it has.
The pencil jeered, mocked and taunted it.
It said, “My lead can be sharpened, over and over.
My life is ,unlike you, long lasting.”
The pen cried and it’s ink leaked.
The pencil apologised and drew a smiley face.
It wrote “I love you too.”
The pen chokingly stopped leaking, it stopped crying.
The pencil was, in a snap, forgiven!
The pencil suddenly smirked,
It erased “I love you too.”
The pen left its lifelong mark,
Permanent and enduring.
While the pencil erased,
The most important phrases
it wrote on the clean paper!

About Miss_Pia

Neurotic Health-care Professional who enjoys sleeping, running, reading, introspecting, pole art and exploring new things and sometimes, places!
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