Days of Ink and Pen

When was it last I held a pen?
Skin kissing paper every now and then
Fingers whispering softly to paper
Scattered sheets battling gusts of air
The Scent of ink and grip of pen
Did leave my world, know not when
Thoughts drenched in black green and blue
Pen trapped between teeth, hunting for clue

That was when words meant much more
For every error forever the page bore
When ugly mistakes could not be wiped
Letters more written than typed
Carrying words, birds crossed skies
And men won lands and seas
For then a finger's tap wasn't
As miraculous as today it is

Yet love and faith nestled
In letters of human touch
For be it in ink or in gold
Words meant as much

Reviews

[M P Ramesh]

mis routed .
Ink and pen are modern
whips of torture
and word is the most
metaphysical of all
until now
which evaded all NETS.

netisens
wont agree this
leave it there.

word carries a beehive of pangs
then be it always
fly high

mp

[Solar]

Yet love and faith nestled
In letters of human touch
For be it in ink or in gold
Words meant as much

and they still do, as long as the finger that taps is human...but that may change too...perhaps