Mchine: my sheen

Mchine: my sheen

A Poem by Siddharth Tyagi

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!

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


Siddharth Tyagi
Siddharth Tyagi

new delhi, India

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