Wednesday, June 14, 2006

Don't Spread the Legs of My Heart


More often than not, bastards are born out of untamed passion.
Like a wild mustang roaming free on the plains of Red Indian territory, untamed passion is pure soul.
Some relationships are like bastards.
People ask me to love them. Somehow I have made them think that I am an emotional stud.
But I don’t have the time and neither do I have the money.
And I don’t believe in breeding bastards.
Nowadays, they don’t call me dad anymore

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Good ...but before I could catch it ,'it slithers through the gap of my fingers'.

D said...

I beg to differ on Some relationships are like bastards, it's we who are bastards, who spoil the whole fun of respecting each other.

Anonymous said...

I agree with you D... completely. Respect is integral to any relationship... ND

Anonymous said...

after spreading my legs of imagination through your writings just sensed that some thing deep inside is waiting to explode but its is in the pressure cooker and stove is at sim.....mysticism is integral but sometimes it helps to xplode...Coldplay

D said...

What Dude...hibernating? Cmon arouse those insincts, after all all work and no play, makes John a dull boy...lol