• shristi_koiri_17 10w

    We all have our ways to speak our heart out ,and my way of speaking involves 'Pen'
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    The world infront of my eyes is soo insensitive and heartless I never wanted myself to belong to this kind of world but I know I have no other options. I have a life away from this world where I live peacfully and There is someone who adds a life.
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    Yes its my 'Pen'
    Wondering how isnt it? The question is worth
    Let me explain..
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    My pen wrote it all when I was unable to speak my heart out because whatever you deal with what ever happens with you is not that easy to tell with a tongue.
    ' When the tongue stumbles infront of the world the pen and the pages of diary speaks louder.
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    More than eight hundred of pages of my dairy is filled with emotions ,feelings, love, hate &some untold secrets, my pen makes it easier to make the universe read me.
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    I was 3years old maybe
    I used to hold the pen to just play with it
    And used to draw everything around
    And make things colourful.
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    I was 5years old when
    I used to hold my pen
    For writing my name on my notebooks,
    And also open the nib of the pen and play with it
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    I was 10 years old
    When I used to hold the pen to educate myself to learn something when I understood the real value of 'Pen'.That a drop of ink can change the whole world & destiny of your life..
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    I was 15years old
    When I used to hold the pen to write my dreams and face challenges of life ,Those dreams which I saw with opened eyes I wanted to turn them into reality.
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    I was 17 years old
    When I was aware of the beauty of words and the beauty of writing inside me,I was amazed I started writing poetries about life love and many more things around I see inspired me.
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    I am 18 years old now
    And believe me
    I finally realized that

    " I NO MORE HOLD MY PEN, MY PEN HOLDS ME"
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    I learned to walk
    By holding my parents hand
    but my 'Pen' held my hand when my heart couldnt speak out.
    I was screaming and then my pen encouraged me to use its ink.And pen down everything thats hurting me inside .My heart my mind both agreed.And my pen knew I never wasted a drop of ink,I meaned each and every word I wrote and I write.
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    Yes my 'Pen'
    Is my all time strength
    I have bonds of secrets
    My pen and diary knows them soo well.
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    -Shristi