Mchine: my sheen

Mchine: my sheen

A Poem by Siddharth Tyagi
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In this life where we are fed a specific set of instructions to follow at all times, there is little or no room for creativity and imagination. In the end, we all might become nothing but machines!

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Let oil flow in my veins
replace my bones with steel;

Let my joints be alloyed screws
and switch my feet with a wheel;

Let my thoughts become software
and see my language turn into 'C';

swap innovation with repetition
don't ever let me be me;

Let my heart pump gallons of propane,
and with charcoal, let my lungs breathe;

Download me, upload some, and publish,
exchange my love with your technicality;

What am I, if not some dumb pirate?
selling all the wares for free.

What are you, if not some sad player?
making copies, calling yourself a geek.

© 2015 Siddharth Tyagi



Author's Note

Siddharth Tyagi
Do tell if i should continue uploading my work

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Added on November 16, 2015
Last Updated on November 16, 2015
Tags: loneliness, lovers, propane, computers, indie, poetry, sadness, machine, love, mechanical

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Siddharth Tyagi
Siddharth Tyagi

new delhi, India



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amateur-ish poet. the boy next door. have seen enough to put thoughts into words. more..

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