Lullaby To A Vampire

Sweet dreams little one, for the dawn comes                                                                                                                      
The moon is here to say goodnight to you
Get in your little coffin, for the night is at an end                                                                                                                
Lie down my little sucker, in your little blankets                                            
Close your eyes, for the sun is here                                                                                                                                
To dream of breathing down a mortals neck
Sleep my child, for its time to rest                                                                                                                                      
for night is life and day is death
Hush my little midnight daughter                                                                                                                                                
and close your red ruby eyes        
May the call of night hum lullabies                                                                                                                                
sweet as blood in your ears my little love                                                    
Sweep into crimson dreams little one                                                                                                                                
for the days are longer than nights              

Zombies Do Not Have Brains

Look into my head, Look at the body dead
Where the hell is my brain?
Is that my brain?
The one lying on the ground
Oh no it’s bigger than mine
Call me, call me a zombie
For I am as dead as my friend walking next to me
For that’s what we call one without a brain
I see people everywhere, people screaming everywhere
I like people I love people I eat people
I see them running ahead of me
I like people I love people I eat people
I see them even without a brain
Yesterday was when it happened
I was taking a shortcut home
That’s when they grabbed me
That’s when they got me
All my friends were there
And so were some girls
It felt like as if it was a rave party
I got bitten, I feel my body broken
And I feel like dead, but that’s what I am
I like people I love people I eat people
I see them running ahead of me
I like people I love people I eat people
I see them even without a brain
Where the hell is my brain?
Is that my brain?
The one lying on the ground
Oh no it’s not as big as mine
Walking like the dead, with intestinal trouble
Looking for a doctor, for I feel super sick
For I am dead, for I have no brain
I like people I love people I eat people
I see them running ahead of me
I like people I love people I eat people
Are they running away with my brain?

The Ballad Of The Broken Nose

I bought a pen to write with
That didn’t  have any ink in it
I shook it twice before checking it again
But the pen just won’t work
I threw it away out of the window
In a moments anger
I looked at my brother, Who had a pen with him
I asked for it, But he just won’t lend it
I jumped at him clawing for the pen
And he punched me in the face
And left me with a broken nose
While I kicked him in his stomach
And left him with a temporary stomach ache
My brother in his fury just like me
 threw the pen, Out of the window
Now both of us stood penless  and penniless
Seeing no other way, I jumped after
The pen out of the window
And landed in box with a lot of broken items
 Which reminded me of my broken nose

I am a Precursor

Walking the streets
All alone in the night
Guided by the stars
I pranced along
I am a precursor
From the end of times
I had walked across the world
To see the events take fruit
Across the time I had walked
And had seen a few prometheons
Young in age
Trying to portray a new future
In this predominant world
 Don’t ask what the line means, I can’t remember…. I found it in one of my old books. It was my very first poem  XD

Secret Life Of Jon Romance

The morning light flirted into the room through the open window accompanied by  the cold morning wind billowing the curtains that adored the windows. A jay landed on the window sill and peered inside and took of us soon as it saw the door to the room open.
Jon Romance walked into the room; an eccentric name just like its owner. He took in the view of the room, the sunlight flowing in through the open window, giving a glow to the potted plant that was kept near the window sill which would have given the room a pleasing ambiance if not for its untidiness. Only the bed looked tidy compared to the whole room, a perceiving man could see that the person who slept in the bed is a peaceful sleeper which in reality contradicted the character of the bed’s owner
His eye fell on the unruffled bed. He wasn’t a peaceful sleeper usually, but it seems when certain things change other things changes too. Changes bring new changes, something most of humans  are not usually enthusiastic about.
He walked from the bed side to the study table that was kept near the bed; an old fashioned desk lamp adorned the table.  The table was strewn with books, pens, papers, socks along with two coffee mugs from the last day that hadn’t been washed yet.
Jon looked at the blank white sheets that had been left untouched by him on the table, now for five consequent days. He shifted in his feet trying to make something magically appear in the page. He lifted the paper from the table, sighing he crumpled and threw it into the basket but it bounded off after hitting its side.
The paper ball now lay along with the rest of the papers that adorned the floor just like the table along with clothes, bag and newspaper.
Sighing Jon walked out of the bedroom into the sitting room banging the door shut without bothering to put the crumpled paper back into the basket.
The sitting room was well designed giving the room comfortable lighting and well kept unlike the later. He sat in front of the lap browsing through his social account. The day was Sunday and looked perfect, Jon felt worried .
Jon never in his life had been a sound sleeper, his bed always gave the appearance of a forest rumpled by an elephant but for the past six days he had slept peacefully and that worried him. It’s because Jon had a secret, a secret of his own.
Jon Romance was an architect one of the succesfull ones and who was considered a genius . People for some reason loved his name ironically though his character had never done justice to his name. He was never the romantic type. His friends would have swore that the only thing he had ever been romantic would have been his work.
The life style followed by Jon was elite, perfect and absolute. He hated it, it had already started to bore him. Jon was special from birth, a premature baby by birth he hadn’t suffered any problem that premature babies had usually suffered. He indeed was a lucky one. But what made him special was not the genius he was, he had a secret that he had kept hidden . From the age of seven he had started drawing in his sleep of a particular person, a girl a child. He had kept the first sketch as an amusement . the second sketch after three days made him curious but from then on he had started drawing the girl every night. And as he grew the girl in the pic also grew, and at some point he knew the girl in the pictures had overgrown him too.
He sighed again, he felt unusually irritated. He hadn’t been able to concentrate in his work for a few days now. He thought about the woman in the drawings. He laid back on to the couch and closed his eyes trying to picture her , he felt the aching pain rise in his heart that he had been trying so hard to ignore.
He had come to the acknowledge the conclusion he had reached, he is in love or had been love anyway it doesn’t look like it matters any more because there can be only one reason for him to stop drawing her.  He stood up from the couch and started pacing around the room.
He prayed that he was wrong, the magic could have just stopped….Only about 70 percent chance for her to turn up dead . He thought . Then for a moment he stopped his line of thoughts raving through his mind. Was she even real he thought … he felt blank …. What was happening to him…. Its ordinary for people to fall in love online he thought atleast they know that someone exists … but in his case there wasn’t even a chance that she was real… the chances for her being real are below 1 percent . he started laughing…….. amd stopped laughing when tears began streaming down his face….. he shook himself and rose from the couch and washed his face in the bathroom feeling a little bit stupid now that he thought about the whole thing.
He laughed lightly at himself as he walked back to sitting room, he sat before the laptop again and opened drive and moved the cursor towards a folder named dreampics and opened it and clicked on the very first image of that folder.
A pic of small girl popped up, it was the first sketch he had made. He had kept the pics and after sometime he had scanned them on to his computer. He changed from one pic to another one showing her in a swing as a little girl another showing her sleeping then soon the pics changed from her being a kid to a teen, pics of her with her friends, pics of her with a boy. Probably her boyfriend thought Jon, well if she existed or exists he added to his line of thoughts. The pics of other individuals other than her in the picture were always faceless. It was clear enough to know that the person was a friend or parent, but the faces were never drawn by him.
He clicked through pics then he stopped and reeled back and looked at one of the old drawing again, it had been years since he had gone through that pic, he looked at the pics date and knew that he had drawn it in his college time. The pic showed the city park, he had strolled through the park many a time and he now recogonised the cherry tree at the base of which she sat with her friends.
She is real he thought for a moment , then stopped himself, it could all just be a coincidence. He began going through pics more carefully now and began noticing places from the city. The avenue road, the westbridge , mall street , how had missed these he thought. Soon the pics began her showing her in twenties
He stopped at one of the pics it was the pic of her sitting at a coffee bar, the one across the street he knew it because he had frequented it many a time. She was talking with someone in the picture his face was clearless like all others but the surroundings were clearer and his eyes fell on the clock on the wall showing the date first march, today.
He jumped from the couch and was running out of the door then came running back in took his jacket and keys and ran outside locking the doors.
Three minutes later he strolled into the coffee bar, there were a few people chatiing with each other while having coffee, he sighed to himself and walked to the table that was shown in the sketch. He sat across the chair where she sat. he could get a clear view of the door to the coffee shop.
He ordered from the menu and sat staring at the door waiting hoping and then she walked in as clear as sunrise her hair rustled up as if she too was running, her hazel eyes found him and then she smiled as though she had been expecting him.
 He felt the ache again in his chest the feeling of something found and also the knowledge that you will lose it.

Song of the Fallen

As years go by and the mind goes haze
Let my friends come and let my enemies come
To give me hope or to take away my dreams
But I will live before I die,
For the dreams, are written in the skies
Let’s be a little more patient
 To live before to die
Before the hopelessness sets in,
 Before senses leave me
Before I die, for the moment let me dream

An Incomplete Poem

Thousand dreams burning in minds
Starts to fire the fading believes
Brought back to life by dreams
I wake up from my dreams
To search for the sad truth
In the eyes of one soul
Sleeping in a prison
Unconscious, The gates closed
I walk away  from the gates
Shivering away from the
thorns of the cold hearts
to Snoop by the heaven’s door
Without waking the eyeless guardian
to watch the demons in heaven
flirt with the angels in hell
and to the waking guardian
I ask for the time of my fall
After you rise was the answer
And I walked away from the door
To the echos of a song being sung
of my fate , to rise so that I can fall
so that I can sleep, so that I can dream again