Thursday, May 26, 2011

dark circle

As the bones broke
I got my diamond tooth

As the marks gleamed fresh on skin
I got the foreign-currency marked set

I prayed with boiling blood
For some boiling spit to drown the darkness

Now I keep my hands in check
As break bones with my mouth

Cut his skin in gashes with words
And then say "hit me!"

Hit me with what?
What do you have with you really?

Then ignorance hits with its cool waves
And I dish out goodies

Buy my glib tongue baby!
Buy my voice? My sugared apology?

He buys and I smile
"I have bought some forced kisses! Yay!"

We both buy till I look
I see him with the tooth and the set

But he bleeds just the same
And I see I have sold nothing at all

I got to stop trying to sell and buy
The spit glistens close by as my past self prays.


pRasad said...

Hit,blood, broke.....hmmm..u seem to be quite dangerous ..:))

Liked your poems.. I found them quite different than rest of the poems I came across on blogspot.

Following :)

Riya Das said...

thanks. and welcome to rdsherlock :)

Abhiroop Biswas said...

In Pain thou art vein, in thy darkest memory lane,

Alone thy stand in dist very trodden land,

Cursing thee, till thou very bleed to plea,

Have I not praised thee enough?

I wish he could see, insanity in not thy fate, but choice made to be free."

Thou mind is dimensionless, beautiful, yet divine

hazy is thy memory, equations of life undefined.

Poetry is thy source to spree, spectrum of derangement least inevitability.

Hath he not deplored wisdom in thee,

thy soul would lay listless in the dungeons of thought,

in oblivion, and death to claim thy soul in decree.

Riya Das said...

that's quite a comment!
:) welcome to rdsherlock