Pen

Lets start with the fact that I
Lost my pen safely hidden in the attic
Of the mess of us
And I hold a plastic red pen now
To tick and cross my students copies
And struggle to sustain
So Someday when I come home
I will go through all the stuffs
And find my pen
Only to find out the room is already a mess
Of people walking in and out
Of people not moving staying put

He said, people will come and stay
That’s the bargain that’s the burden
Accept it to stay
So I clean the kitchen
Attic remains the same
So I laugh and drink and smoke up
And my pen remains hidden
So I write about space
In digital fonts
There, lots of dos and donts

He asks why are you going away
Reading my stories
I answer
For space
And the day passes,
Foodless wordless
Swearing never to write again

Ain’t it better sleeping next to him
And other few men
Intoxicated
Peacefully

In a queen bed
I don’t even take that much of space
As he had made sure,
I am a tiny little cat
Stuck in between his legs
And walls where
I wrote,

Space……………….

Like million other things
And my pen