Friday, October 03, 2008


My pen plagiarizes
From my mind

My day steals
Some winks from my sleep

My past pilfers
The carelessness of my present

My words pinch
Impartiality of any thought

I protest mutely
And abet silently
For I bribe myself with
The spoils of life


Vi said...

Not a bribe, I think, but pleasure. And we all deserve a bit of that, don't we?

Ankit said...

Those are the irrational compromises we all cave in to in adulthood, aren't they ?

Radha said...

hmmm...very complicated string of thoughts, that... :)

Parth said...

@Vi: That's a nice positive spin to the whole equation :-)

@Ankit: Yes they are.

@Radha: Friday afternoons can do that to people on occassion :-)