BLOOD LUST…Vampire’s point of view…

BLOOD LUST…Vampire’s point of view…

By- Adrija Gupta

You’re alluring me towards

The crimson glow of your eyes.

Seems like you’re the only one emitting

In this dim lit room.

I might just come so close to you

That you might feel shy.

But you still don’t know that

I might take you to your doom.

Oh, you’ve been my victim from

The first light that I saw you.

Your aroma, so luscious that

 My head feels light.

Everything’s going the way I want

It to go like, you’re trapped.

You’re still smiling, I might

As well tell you, next moment’s not bright.

You’re walking slowly with

That swift swing of yours.

Cutting the swarm so graciously,

Looking straight into my eyes.

You move right into the tavern for

Some more red wine to pour.

You might think that I might

Take you to heaven, dear, I lied.

You seem not to have taken your

Eyes off me; neither have I.

The closer you get, clearer

Becomes the lust in your eyes.

Oh, I can see your cheeks turn red,

As you stand right in front of me.

Lust has overtaken me too,

But for your blood not body, I wouldn’t lie.

If only I was human, I would

Surely fall for you dear.

But right now I don’t have

That desire nor that feeling.

If only you could open your eyes

And see the real me, things would be clear.

It’s funny how I don’t want

To see you naked, but bleeding.

By the end of this night

You will be mine.

Lust is in the air, only it’s

A bit complex for me.

You can still save yourself if you want to,

But your eyes are still closed.

I’m craving for your blood not

Body, it’s blood lust you see…

The Shell

The Shell

By- Adrija Gupta

There are clouds in your eyes,

And there’s the bright sun you can’t see.

There is a grave volume right in front of you,

But there are words inside that you can’t read.

You only hear what all the birds tweet,

But the emigrated robin you don’t believe.

You just see it’s red breast and brown wings,

Very few of you know that it also sings.

You see a little girl weep by the street,

You see blood streaming from her knees, you console.

Your job is well done here, you are satisfied deep,

But you’ll never know that it’s the cry of acceptance from her eyes she bleeds.

Black always isn’t evil just as white always isn’t the holy light,

Thump goes your heart and so does everybody’s hearts beat.

Sharp-cold ice can cut through your flesh and make you bleed,

But if you see, it too can melt with a bit of compassionate heat.

It’s funny you understand the worth when things are gone,

You are not ready to accept things for what they are.

You always yearn for changes and see the wrongs,

But when it’s gone, its return is all that you long.

Character is something you can point out easily,

Seeing that little girl sob and blue makes you happy.

All the tears she sheds in the dark night,

But the fake smile on her face in the day light is all you see.

To tell the truth,

It’s the shell you see,

Not exactly me…

Confused State Of Mind- Weird Me

Confused State Of Mind- Weird Me

By- Adrija Gupta

My head couldn’t be heftier,

But what can I say? It’s the usual me.

Well, normally, obscurely,

I am the weird one you see.

I can sense the change coming,

It’s going to be gargantuan I know.

Everything seems vague,

Feels like I am standing still from a decade or so.

Words aren’t pouring out so easily this time,

What should I do to get what I need?

Shedding saline won’t help much,

I’m walking even though I don’t know where this path leads.

Here’s the funny part, I don’t know what I need,

I want to cry but I don’t have a particular reason for it.

I didn’t know time is slower than tortoise!

I know I’m going to remember every bit.

Wish I could jump off a cliff and feel the thrill,

Sleeping at queer time would be good too.

Stuffing me with ice-cream doesn’t help either.

Everything’s so bizarre; I don’t know what to do!

If I scream I’ll get big ‘Shut Up’s!

But do I really care? No I don’t.

Many want me to change and be the way they are,

But will I ever? No I won’t.

No particular reason, don’t know what I am frustrated about,

I want to shake and break a lot of heads.

I am lost, I am clueless,

There are many I want dead.

I see dreams that I can make no sense of,

I wonder at times if what I see is real.

At times I start thinking of old times,

Times when I couldn’t afford one time meal.

Am I happy now? Yes I am,

Then why am I breaking my head over nothing?!

You call me crazy, mad, I don’t mind,

If I say I’m not human, you’ll probably say I’m bluffing.

I’m not afraid of the change that’s coming at all,

I have done this more than a dozen times before.

I’m really confused; I don’t know what to feel,

And this feeling less feeling is eating me to the core.

Are the roses really red? Am I really me?

All that we see, is all of it real? Even what we see?

All stupid questions coming in my mind,

Told you I’m screwed, are you laughing as you read?

The situation is rough with roving like this,

I am sick of it now and want to stop.

I don’t really know what fate has in for me,

It all makes me stronger as long as it doesn’t kill me.

As time will fly, I’ll sweat, I’ll bleed,

I am not regretful of any of my deeds.

I look in the mirror and this is what I see,

I see me, and I promise I’ll remain the same weird me.

The Dark Encounter

The Dark Encounter

By- Adrija Gupta

The sogginess, and the mossy smell,

My feet feel wet and go deep down the earth.

The chill in my bones and my thumping heart,

I quite like this place, this I can tell.

Heavenly good or ruthlessly bad,

Can’t choose one for this place.

I am a bit shaky; it seems like a game,

A maze of mind and I don’t feel clad.

It’s very intimidating yet dark,

I can see the sun streaming down.

Rays making its way through the trees brown,

If it’s a dream, it’s leaving its mark.

The scars I’m getting from the sharp shrubs around,

It’s kind of nice to feel the stinging pain.

The taste of my blood and the smell of it,

All of it makes me happy dizzy, I might just fall on the ground.

I am starting to feel the auras around,

Even the footsteps of the witty squirrels seem too loud.

Though the sun’s streaming down, there’s more of clouds,

I can hear faint bass far away, I like the sound.

I keep striding but the woodland doesn’t seem to end,

It’s twilight now, and oh! How breathtaking it is.

The verve is too much for me to take, how am I supposed to react to this?

The pain in my heart, seems like it’s healing, but is it suppose to mend?

I take a deep breathe and smell the damp air,

Feel smaller than a dot in comparison to the universe.

Though this place is sullen, it isn’t a curse,

The positive darkness I feel, it’s something I can’t share.

There is something alien inside me, can’t sat what it is.

It’s kind of painful, but in a good way.

And this twinge is so desirable; I want it more as it may,

I am out of my mind and am in a state of bliss.

This feeling is so inky, very deep, very rare,

Only a handful gets this, God’s children you may say.

The ground feels wet on my back as I lay,

I might warn you, yet if you want to come, do dare.

If it’s dream, don’t wake me, it feels so right,

Though there’s not a single human soul around me, I am not alone.

It’s a dark craving and I am prone,

Feels like I have finally found the mighty light bright.