Inever believed in the stories of ghosts
The stories of haunted houses
Until I became friends to two things
I thought lifeless,
It was like I have been out there before
Doing the discoveries,
I felt like one Greek, screaming Eureka!
Whatever that means, it just sounds like a breakthrough
So I had discovered a pen and paper
Lifeless things with souls
I never believed in the stories of ghosts
Until I had murdered these new buddies of mine, pen and paper!
I deprived them of what they needed most
The words of mine, my thoughts,
The feelings and my experiences
In short what I saw in this world and went through
So that's how I murdered them,
And that was the Genesis of me being haunted
I can't sleep, without seeing a pen moving around
It points to a paper that stands next to it
They both shout, SCRIBBLE, SCRIBBLE SOMETHING!
No matter how I close my eyes, my ears hear sounds of papers
I feel the blood of the pen oozing,
I see the colors, there are any among the rainbow streets
And that's my life now, a haunted life
I can't sit and read, without hearing papers open
The sounds in whispers, that says
I would be a book of knowledge and thoughts if not for you,
I would be a book of healing if not for you!
Wherever I go, I am haunted by the spirits of pen and paper
So they take over me,
And when I scribble, I am possessed
They control and make me reveal what I wanted not to share
They make my hands move
My head think
My heart emotional to reveal even the deep secrets
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem