My lord, darkness of my world I love you. You are the invincible and unafraid. You brought me into this world of love for which I am thankful. I cherish the memory of that full moon night in which you freed me with all the passion and love by tasting my blood. I can still feel those protruded teeth on my neck. Truly we don’t love if love is all about caring each other. I had heard about you before so was afraid to death when we met. But now I know your love is irresistible, it’s a part of my life and it has no bounds.
The thrills we had together and the joy we shared would make even heaven look stupid. I wonder what a boring place it will be if it ever exists. I must thank you for those wings and skills. I didn’t know what really love is until I am loved by you.
Lust and thirst drives us both, still our love is stronger than death. Your cloths with blood stain, your hands soaked in sin and I feel ecstasy when they caress my hair. I smile, I cry out of joy when you embrace me inside. Of course colour blood red suits my lips better than pink.
Sometimes I see the love inside you is entirely different from yourself. I know what you are. You are so bad and ugly. But to see the beauty inside you one should come to your world. I see that heart now and I don’t regret for what I am. Jealousy burns me when you are with other ladies. Anyway I can’t demand more from you.
I know you won’t see these words worth a second read. Let me conclude by saying I really wish to be frightened as I was in that fateful night. You have told me before you enjoy fright. You loved me the most on that day.
Lovingly Lucy, Lady Vampire.
June 2nd, 2008
This my friends...this is the guy whose goin to protect our borders...represent india..the ideal citizen of india...
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so tats laju's imagination..watever u gues, wil come wrong..cos i tld before, tats laju's imagination..so my frnds, don heat up ur brains, cos ultimately u wil end up sayin something which is in normal human senses..but to understand laju..tats not enuf..even he also dont know wat tat means.. :-) then how can u? my friends?
ReplyDeleteand well abt the poet..its laju..great poet by birth..wats he not we shud ask, instd of wats he..now he s a great soldier, with gun as his pen,wil stand at the peak of the border line...infiltrators..beware! there are two guns on the line..now don ask where laju went
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