One More Night…
[My life begins when ur day dawns
My day wakes up when ur sun yawns]
Life behind tainted windows
Is not what I wanted dear
To embrace the sting of lust
I had to bury my last tear
Life behind rusty doors
Is not what I ‘chose’ for me
To stay alive, to live a ‘life’
This is what I ‘had’ to be
I buried all my hopes
I don’t sob anymore
I fake it with a giggle
I don’t smile anymore
A new day
The night doesn’t change
A new body
The touch doesn’t change
A new numbness
But the death doesn’t change
Tainted soul
Buried tears
Dead hopes
Yet I chain the raging uproar
I give u all u want
Yet you return to ask for more
Trying to live a life
What I asked for, I forgot
I asked for love and more, I guess
But this is what I got
One more kiss
One more embrace
It’s all the same
One more night
One more death
It’s all the same
Yeah it’s all the same
It’s a new death every night
This is not what I asked for
But this is what I ‘had’ to be
And this is what that seems so right
One more kiss
One more hug
One more touch
One more act
One more night
One more death
[Prostitution - it's the oldest profession. It's been there for ages. No rules, No laws... Yet it continues to embrace the pain, the jibes n survives it all to die everynight. The girl is robbed of everything - her dreams, her hopes, her last drop of emotions - yet she continues to lend pleasure to all. It hurts first and then a numbness takes over. The death every night seems familiar. It hurts no more...
Have tried a new topic this time...jara hatke from the regular theme of my posts. What came out in the end seemed a bit raw to me. Do comment on how u feel about it.]
indu said,
March 18, 2009 at 09:22
It seems more to be written from a girl’s point of view ..because this is how they would have usually expressed the numbness..So to step into the shoes of a girl and touch the right sentiments.. good job Boss.. !!
I really love your poems..
devilsinside said,
March 18, 2009 at 18:09
sry ….but even i found it difficult to understand the topic in the first reading and wondered what it was all abt…. now tht u have mentioned wht it is all abt, the only thing i can say is absolutely wonderful that u could imagine the pain that one has to go through and pen those feelings down…kudos
krazywordsmith said,
March 18, 2009 at 18:23
@indu
thanx re….was trying sthng different this time…diffrnt frm the usual theme of my posts.
didnt like what came out in the end…seemed a bit raw n immatured…anyways…
prostitution…it’s the oldest profession…it’s been there for ages….yet there r no rules or laws….sthng tht has fascinated me so much that i had to write abt it…
@devilinside
arey its pretty natural…even I fail to understand Shakespearean poetry at times
Saswat said,
March 18, 2009 at 20:56
Frankly speaking from the caption,I first thought it would be about a usual love story from you.As I went through the poem,I thought it to be about a Call Centre guy.But eventually found out something else.
neways,I liked the way u described the pain & feelings….it’s really heart-touching.
(also meant to describe so many types of people:) …)
a nice try.
Nivedita said,
March 18, 2009 at 21:01
i like i like
I think its better raw..i like the random words thrown in style..im incapable of doing that..its harder to write blank verses than proper poetic poetry..
im fascinated by prostitution too..ok that sounds wrong..but compulsion is scary..that too this kind of compulsion..so that makes it fascinating..
Ms. Logically Illogical said,
March 19, 2009 at 02:36
Who are you? Rather, What are you? Even though you are a guy, how do you write what’s going on inside a girl’s mind? Awesome man! I like your expressions. The poem has touched something inside me. Simply awesome. (And you call this raw!)
“One more night
One more death”
I’ve come across these lines in a post on similar topic before. but your posts give these lines a new meaning.
krazywordsmith said,
March 19, 2009 at 03:47
@ Saswat
well…like i’ve mentioned…i’ve tried sthng diffrnt frm the usual crap i write abt in my blog
@ Nivedita
its a compulsion mostly i guess….some earn livelihood…some do it just to live their life….just another mask they put on to hide frm the daylite
hi! thanx
@ Ms. Logically Illogical
Thanx for those words in appreciation… abt writing frm a lady’s POV, i guess listening helps…listen to every word they say n feel it as if the words were mine… watch their lips curve and form shapes as they let every drop of emotion flow as if each drop were a river in itself… Ah!
[ Dear Anonymous Lady, I was wondering if u could write with a different name. U've been using this ever since I introduced this Ms. Logical in my blog... Just feeling a bit weird to find it being used as an anonymous entity. ]
Deepak said,
March 26, 2009 at 20:36
Nice poem Nishi. The pain of a prostitute is well reflected in ur poem. However wht I feel is tht they do die every night but they dont have any other option after certain nights.
Imagine a situation when a prostitute has a girl child who has been brought up in tht enviornment, she learned to die every night.. so wht to do 4 this situation.
ya very clearly thy die every night.. but death becomes addiction, the same is the case with smoking isnt it
manas said,
May 4, 2009 at 11:25
a very nice writing…
applause..
krazywordsmith said,
May 5, 2009 at 02:17
@ Deepak
thanx buddy…yeah some dont have ne othr option..or maybe any othr option is more treacherous and a lot more painful…alas
@ manas
thanx for dropping by….and for those words of appreciation …they do mean a lot
@all
) hav been keping me away frm blogging….will be back soon…till then bye 
nostalgic feelings over the last few weeks (last fortnight left at my insti
Anonymous said,
May 12, 2009 at 08:15
Nishi Bhai is that you.
Dint know behind the veneer of a God level AOE, DOTA player there hid such a sensitive poet.
etymofreak said,
May 12, 2009 at 08:21
crasiezt said,
May 13, 2009 at 23:08
Raw??? Are you crazy?? Well that you are, but that’s besides the point..I loved what you’ve written..it’s beautiful
krazywordsmith said,
May 13, 2009 at 23:17
@etymofreak
well, yes nishikant here…. the godlevel thing is totally over-hyped one…
@crasiezt
thanx ma’am…honoured…hav been following ur blog for quite some time….luved reading them all…the in-ur-face sarcasm and humour …u’re really good at tht
shankhadeep said,
August 30, 2009 at 00:49
whoa man
really deep
awesome
never really liked poetry
but still
deep dark n sad
no pretences
u dove rt past the shabby clothes n cheap make up, well some are well dressed with nice make up, but thats not the point is it
try one of ur poems next time we get ragged in one of the parties
=p
had to comment coz u were busy grieving ur laptop
mou said,
November 27, 2009 at 15:57
what a description from somebody else’s shoes…it’s raw yet it’s got soul…wow…