Story of stories..

I had a pen full of ink,just like
my heart filled with random thoughts.
I had a book with papers blank,just like
my mind clueless on what to write.
The ink started flowing to the pen nib,
as I made up my mind to write stories.
Then the blank paper started speaking
the stories of pain,of grudge,of joy,
of trust,of cheat,of abuse and violence.
Once finished,the papers flew in the air
with the flapping sound of wings.
On asking,it spoke: "We aren't just stories..
but the untold life of many souls."
It was then they got liberated from the curse
when penned by one to be read by others.