Poetry

Drowning in my blood
the vampire had
the lapse of consciousness.
I embraced the night
without moon.

Why does it happen
day in and day out?
You allowed the blood sucking
which was the choice for unanswering
of unpleasent questions.

I survive in death
staining the shirt,
keeping the footsteps waiting.
I had kissed a light
falling on the squirming dark.

Satish Verma