Pen of an Ordinary Writer

He is not a writer
but he thinks he can write,
looking at the nib of the pen,
pen
unwilling to support,
unwilling to write anything,
but can't resist,
has to do it,
he writes,
first stroke shakes it,
warms it up,
starts feeling the current in it,
so does he,
the pen feels good,
it picks up the speed,
the words starts taking shape,
but the writer is ordinary,
so is the ink in pen,
one page down,
pen wants more,
continuous writing is an addiction,
it burns in flames but it goes on,
the writer wants something else,
he wishes to take the pen down,
pen resists,
he looks at the nib of the pen,
he feels frustrated,
he starts breathing fast,
his shoulders are shivering with anger,
he strikes off the written material,
the pen don't care,
it just want to go on writing,
writer's mouth is about to burst,
the pen still don't care,
writer holds the pen,
with the nib pointing the page,
the pen is excited,
the writer slowly moves his arm backwards,
setting a goal to hit,
and he releases his arm to hit the notebook,
there is a hole created in the book,
with fumes of blue ink,
the writer exhales,
and the pen of the ordinary writer is quite now.