By: Divya John

Vanished in a Vampire World

In the wilderness of the creepy jungle
I trotted, upset, terrified and confused
It was more of a struggle from within
To encounter a challenging Vampire.

Bestowed with superhuman powers
He can appear and disappear at will.
He had a puffy outside, purple veins
Sparkling, whitish, razor-sharp teeth.

He was commanding and frightening
With stained hair, long uneven nails
Bluish-grey eyes; he tosses people
Whirling them through the wild wind.

He had a mother and a sister to care
Wicked kith and kin who indulged in
A chatter to suck life-blood out of me
Like the leech-like demons of the past.

I had to endure anguish in the jungle
Being a frail human unable to oppose.
He offered me no time even for a talk
Taking pride in his uncouth tradition.

Unwilling to inhabit the Vampire setup
Or extract blood out of human bodies
I mustered the courage to wage a bet
To squash the Vampire’s dominance.

I knew talismans are only luck-charms
While a bunch of roses, sheer hoaxes
Yet I had no supreme strength or will
To overcome the outlandish Vampire.

The Vampires needed blood to survive
Whereas my weak self almost gave in.
In due time, I died a castaway’s death
Instigated by the impish Vampire world.

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The Covets of the Seasons

I
Love
The poets
Blake, Wordsworth
Shelley, Keats, for they enthralled me
During the days of my dawn, the spring of my life.

I
Love
To sojourn
To the West, not the East
The North, when it is to be the South
During my morning years, the summer of my life.

I
Love
To holiday
In Ireland, Scotland, Wales
The UK, for these places charmed me
During my midday period, the autumn of my life.

I
Love
To possess
A well-decked cottage
A comfortable vehicle, modest savings
During my twilight season, the winter of my life.