I flow freely over your diary

moulding words from feelings

harnessing empowering energies

surviving days in brittle leaves 

 

Alphabets created in beautiful art

The picturesque images that enthrall 

Capturing minds with vivid beauty 

Dancing through pages of a lovely read

 

Lonely me sitting between fingers

Colours changing fast as desired

From blue to black and often green

I'm refueled to keep me craftily going

 

A pointed mouth with lips so clean

No teeths I've but artistically bite through reality

The caps of golden, silver, greys and blue

I dance my slender self between fingers true

 

How I'm used depends on intention's of writers

Misused at times by cheats fraudulently 

I cry tears of sorrow feeling extremely sorry

And those honest hearts who use me fair, make me  joyous and happy

 

I sit in my holder for many a days

Waiting for someone to hold sway 

Feeling the softness around my sleekness

Elated words flow as I kiss the paper's crispness 

 

I'm mightier than sword, intelligence says

For swords used for sucking blood of humans

Wrecking havoc wherever their hold does sway

As for I, the words I write, are mightest in everyway