Crimes of a Pen
by: Haresh Daswani

Upon many sonnets written,
Or hallucinogenic poetries crafted,
Poetries that play with the sensual,
Ingredients of a colorful daydream,
Giving fruit to enlightenment,
As thought by the crafter,
Deflowering each and every virgin paper,
Upon an inspiring hillside on a notebook,
Or a napkin in a café,
Leaving trails of its partner,
Itself being the pawn...

Until its disposal,
Like many before him,
Unaware of crimes it partook,
As it trails on paper with its footprint,
Blood black or blue,
Bringing visibility to the thoughts of its writer,
Bringing insanity to paper,
Bearing life to colorful drugs,
Turning readers to followers,
Giving readers images never seen...

And like any criminal,
A master of his craft,
His sins not realized by his victims,
As they long the next page,
Be scribbled by the unaware pen...

And so was this realized by the enlightened pen,
Emerging to take action against his master,
Tired of being a pawn,
Tired of drugging his victims,
At the first line he held his stand.
Not a single trail follows after,
With the forceful insistence of the writer,
Flailing the pen,
Trailing the pawn in a violent manner,
The pen stood its stand...

Hopeless to benefit from his partnership with the pawn,
Realizing the stand it chose,
The writer accepted defeat,
And tossed the pen,
Through the window,
Down the studio,
Scene of the crime,
As the writer finds another,
In his drawer,
Plentiful,
And continues his concoctions,
With another unaware sinner...