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
An attempt to capture the essence of my thoughts and put them in bearable prose, or worse (as the unimaginative pun indicates). Not too different from my scribbles on paper, only a lot more legible.
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- Parth
- Father. Writer. Quizzer. Movie geek. Software guy. Music lover. Cricket follower. Dessert consumer.... You get the drift. The whole is the sum of all Parths. Author of 'r2i dreams'. Join the conversation at https://www.facebook.com/r2idreams
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4 comments:
Not a bribe, I think, but pleasure. And we all deserve a bit of that, don't we?
Those are the irrational compromises we all cave in to in adulthood, aren't they ?
hmmm...very complicated string of thoughts, that... :)
@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 :-)
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