The Pen’s First Love

By Greeva Shah

The pen begins its frequency,

like a boy who melts at first sight—

a glance, a gasp, a quiet surrender

to the girl who becomes his gravity.

So too the pen, when it sees the blank page,

starts to dance—

a ballet of ink and breath,

spinning to the melody of verses

that rise like steam from the soul.

Each time I write,

my hands move without command—

as if the heart itself

has learned to speak through fingers.

I claw my feelings into lines,

etching grief, joy, fury, longing—

whatever storms inside me

until the words begin to sing.

They dance to the tune I place them in,

not just beside me,

but with me—

a choir of emotion,

a symphony of truth

that every human heart

can feel.

By Greeva Shah