by
Vinay Bejamin

Celibate pens make good narrators
For Houdini thoughts submerged in ink
Freed of all trappings again in earnest
Run riot on virgin sheets
The exhilaration of capturing the subtle
With language that can create
Simplicity from complex emotions
Lucidity through the veils of the vague
I treasure this fortuitous acquaintance
With whittled reed and flowing inkwell
Allowing orphaned thoughts to accrue
Via random sequels
Though not exceptionally gifted, yet
Equipped with tools of a cherished trade
Discipline expression frequently
In loftiness or simple threads
I indulge the pen its celibacy
Learning eloquence from the teacher silence
The art of poetic origami
That stirs minds sets them ablaze
Turns every poetic endeavour to
A continuum of inner dialogue
In this captivating process of hearing
And likewise in turn being heard . . .