whatever, dude
As i write it, it is mine.
Conceived in passion, born in pain,
Imprinted with my D.N.A.,
And the idea of she who sired it.
As i edit, it is less mine.
It struggles to be free,
Torn between purging and art,
And the thought of you, who will read it
It is yours now, to use and flavour
With your life, your learnings.
Though my name is still at the end,
It is mine no longer.
October 2004
Conceived in passion, born in pain,
Imprinted with my D.N.A.,
And the idea of she who sired it.
As i edit, it is less mine.
It struggles to be free,
Torn between purging and art,
And the thought of you, who will read it
It is yours now, to use and flavour
With your life, your learnings.
Though my name is still at the end,
It is mine no longer.
October 2004
Labels: poetry
Selected by zigzackly |
18:12 |
7 Comments:
can i have half your talent when i am born again?
incredible!! take diversion poet at work!
Oh wonderful stuff - exactly what I go through these days when I'm writing my blog. Dunno anymore if it's good or bad...whatever! ;-)
PS Manisha if you take half his talent and add it to yours, you will eclipse us all with your brilliance...but Peter, if you do grant her half of it, can I take the other half pls?
*Coy simper.*
Thank you, all.
Bhai, hamare liye bhi kuchh rakkho!
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And talk about renunciation!
I love anything that has the word DNA in it
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