my pen

My pen has no eyes
Yet it beholds
My pen has no legs
Yet it moves on
My pen is heartless
Yet it feels
My pen cannot read
Yet it writes
My pen is colourless
Yet it writes a rainbow
My pen is not a painter
Yet it draws a beauty
My pen is dumb
Yet it sings
My pen is deaf
Yet it listens
My pen is brainless
Yet it thinks
My pen is not a warrior
Yet it fights
My pen is a loser
Yet it wins
My pen is nothing
Yet it is everything

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About neetuwali

Hi! I am Neetu. Who am I? This question is very difficult to answer. Well! If you insist, let me reveal. I am a human and like every other human I eat, sleep, drink, dance, sing, laugh, smile, cry and so on. Hang on! There is a difference. Unlike most of the human beings, I breathe and when I breathe, I relax. When I am relaxed, I draw. I draw sketches of me in words. I have been orbiting around sun for forty years now. I started this journey on the Valentine day of 1974. I have seen people craving for heaven and I was born in the only heaven on earth (Kashmir). My Grandfather was a spiritual personality and a renowned poet of his time. Though he left me around 35 years ago, I couldn’t let him go. I carry him in my eyes and mind and will do that till the end of my life. I hate words, yet I am full of words. I know words cannot express, yet I express me through words, because they are the only medium I am familiar with. That is why I try to express me as much as possible with as minimum words as possible. When I did Masters in business administration, I never knew, writing will be the only business in my life. More than hobby writing is a necessity for me, because it helps me get the load of thoughts off my head. I don’t remember when it that I wrote my first poem was. But I surely know the time of my last poem. Surely,not before my last breath.

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