Sunday, May 30, 2010

The Games They Play

There’s a list of games that they play. I shall
Some day write it down for you. What’s the need
Darling, to love a man, if he doesn’t walk along
With you? And what’s the need to love a man,
If he merely walks along with you? He’ll start as
A loser and make you sniff his pain like a dog. He’ll
Make you feel needed; call you an angel and fling all
The best words, till you’re ready to limp for him, like
A beaten street mongrel, hungry for love. And, while
You’re still licking at his bones, he tells you about
Other worlds, other smells, other bodies…
And, you with your dull, tired pride let him go.
Much, much later when he’s gone, you still find
Yourself as a guilty, brooding thing, crouching behind
Empty spaces, sadly smelling slabs of grime,
Waiting forever, hoping for too much…


Now Playing:: Jaane kya sochkar...........Kishore

6 comments:

Abhishek said...

gather some pride woman. men are dogs.

janani sampath said...

makes me think many things....good one, deepika...
but wudn';t say I agree with those words, but those thoughts are justified, my dear :)

Sujita said...

screw them all, they dnt deserve to be versified.
you write exceptionally well.can relate to ur posts. keep writing :)

Anonymous said...

I can't quite reconcile the writing on your blog (which is good) with your profile page( which is half text speak and full of bad grammar!). Just found it strange!

Pesto Sauce said...

Men will be men

Anonymous said...

The games of love, lust