The missing pen

I miss my pen,
where he might be,
Without him by my side,
I am completely at sea.

My thoughts are worthless,
when he is not in my hand,
strewn along the way,
like desert sand.

Whatever I wrote,
was his as well,
he was the enclosure,
for my ideas to dwell.

by Deekay

Lost my trusted pen on Duronto Express on my way to Delhi