that justice which engorges rationale/ a beast appears- I am a vampire (Part 2)

 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

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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

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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

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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

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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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justice wrought as words tumble out/ at least for now- I am a vampire (Part 1)

a worm bite it is as I take rounds around the walking path

of the garden where the mutts shout, reclaim their territory,

I get the notion to return back and open the empty pages

so to absorb their whiteness through my trembling fingers

as they begin to trot on their own accord, a voice found

some words to relinquish my thirst, my loquacious desires

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“You look very much like a vampire,” a class mate says to me,

I make the gesture of biting my own wrist so that the blood

shall run free, and sniff the air of imaginative dreams

“Hello, unique,” a mate calls me out from the crowd

and I embrace his title for me, the uniqueness imbued in us all

struggling to sore out in the form of an image

to represent the remains that are left of me

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how little I know my vanity, how much I know my individuality,

sins I create, sins I commit, I am pardoned by my justice

that stings like the worm bite and I caress it incredulously

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Thank you so much for your support. I haven’t replied to your kind comments in my previous post but I have embraced your love and the beauty of your kind words.
This poem here is a part of a series of poems: “I am a vampire”. I have already written the second part as well. So, it is final that it would at least have two parts and if it happens to be so, I would like to continue further with it.