Pale face with kohl in eyes, I am on the right…
a face with no color, pale that I become
in the evening when sun petals have scattered
amid the clouds, I walk through crowds showing
a glimpse of my crimson lips and dark eyes
.
people avert their gaze from me, I am peculiar
in the land of gentle folk, a bane, a truth
that no one stares at, no one has that restrain,
my palms are the sheets of days and nights
obscured in the mist of the now, I can’t escape,
my desires unfulfilled, words only creating a hum
.
as the night darkens and the owl hoot is heard
in the dazzling dance on the carpets, where we stand,
I wave my hands, take a leap like a doll extended
beyond the lines of rationale, lost in the moment
whence a shot captures me, I am a vampire,
“A picture please…”, “Oh! You look like a ghost”:
path traverses out, a new phase of life begins
.
is this that justice, showered by twinkling eyes
and nodes of narcissism jutting out of one and all
and same as me, deriving beauty in lonesome lies
.
This is the second in the series titled, I am a vampire. If it happens to be so and if the muse allows me to do so, I would like to continue further with it. You can also read the first poem in the series: justice wrought as words tumble out/ at least for now- I am a vampire (Part 1)
The above picture was clicked on our Freshers’ evening. The theme was: Halos and Horns. I had a hurried day and within a span of five minutes, I tried to mold my face into a caricature of the light and dark which resides in us. And “they” once again said that I look like a vampire. If my mouth was open, you would have got a better glimpse as to why that comment has been directed to me. 😉
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