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A collaboration over too much coffee.
coffee and pen

09 December, 2004

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



Blogger manisha lakhe said...

can i have half your talent when i am born again?

09 December, 2004 19:18  
Blogger Ubermensch said...

incredible!! take diversion poet at work!

09 December, 2004 20:35  
Blogger Geetanjali said...

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?

10 December, 2004 18:03  
Blogger zigzackly said...

*Coy simper.*

Thank you, all.

12 December, 2004 05:42  
Blogger SPECKLED_BAND said...

Bhai, hamare liye bhi kuchh rakkho!

12 December, 2004 06:31  
Blogger raindanseuse said...

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12 December, 2004 23:54  
Blogger raindanseuse said...

And talk about renunciation!

I love anything that has the word DNA in it

12 December, 2004 23:55  

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