Late Nights of a Different Kind

We've had a crazy month,

With late nights of a different kind,

Because everyone could do with some Messi magic,

Now and then,

Some matches have been shocks,

Others wonders,

Some teams have broken our hearts,

Some referees should leave Brazil in a body bag,

That's how it's gone, and 

Now, for one last time,

Join me, to witness the end,

To the greatest carnival on Earth

And get the fourth star for Deutschland

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Magic

There are a lot of ways,

Used to express,

What we humans can feel, taste or touch and see,

Some express through the pen,

Others write poems, ballads or speeches,

Still others speak out through a song,

While for some, the paintbrush calls,

Yet, I've seen another expression,

Out there on the Center Court,

A man with two quick feet, weaving,

A story on grass,

He paints his legacy with a tennis racquet

As mesmerized, the world watches,

Tuned into their TV sets, they see

Magic in 1080p HD

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The Lord of the Night Trilogy

I had written a poem two years back called "Lord of the Night". Back then the in thing was vampires so I had made it dark and reflective of what in my opinion, a vampire should actually be; as opposed to the version in "Twilight".

Funnily enough, I found myself liking the poem a lot and I decided to expand it with a sequel called "Stains". The protagonist of "Stains" was the same person I had created in "Lord of the Night". Note that I say person and not vampire. You see, by the time "Stains" was completed, I realized making this guy a serial killer was a more frightening proposition than making him a vampire.

After "Stains" was complete, my friend Udayan recommended bringing in a new dimension to the poems or the series as he then termed it. This casual remark of his led to the third and final poem in the series, titled "Carpe Diem". "Carpe Diem" is a new look at the protagonist, who for purposes of mystery and laziness remains un-named.

Allow me to present my first ever complete trilogy of poems. Click on the links to start reading!

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Lord of the Night

One prick, and the pain starts to ebb away

Something's changed, I hear myself say

I feel the wound, still raw,

And know the poison's in my veins,

Giving me a new high

Man, I am not, I am something more

I'm going somewhere I ain't ever been before

I'm a creature of the shadows,

A slave to the night

And I don't see a guiding light

Why do you fear me?

I was just like you once

Only now I am so much more

Days find me hiding,

Hiding from the sun,

But I own the night,

And come alive without light

Oh and lest you meet me,

Be ready to run

Part 2- Stains

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Stains

Night has fallen on the world,

Cloaking it in darkness, in shadow

I awaken and sit up,

Wipe the blood from my chin,

It is sticky and salty, still warm

The time has come, the night awaits me

I walk out on the veranda, survey all that is mine

You see from my perch, I can see, yet be unseen

The grounds of my estate, and the city beyond

Pulling me in, slowing down time,

I am waiting to strike

A second ago, you were alive,

Taking that shortcut

Going home maybe?

I cannot wait to meet you

Under the silver moon

I can feel your blood start to race,

Smell your fear,

You should not have come here, you are thinking

Well, you are right,

I close in, grab you

It’s just a little prick....a vain struggle,

Over before it even started,

And all that remains of our fleeting encounter

Is that fresh stain on my coat

Part 3- Carpe Diem

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Carpe Diem

Rain’s falling,

The earth beneath my feet feels cold,

Sort of like the body I’m holding,

Slung over my back,

The light is just retreating, meaning

It’ll be night soon,

And I’ll have another body on my hands before noon,

They say I’m a psychopath,

They prescribe drugs too;

Take the edge off

Therapy, in form of

“If you need to talk”,

Talk isn’t gonna save Mary, mother of two,

From the drunkard on the East End, that poor excuse,

Neither is it gonna stop the murder of that innocent in the park,

Because I know what happens when it starts getting dark

This city’s afraid of me, and of the things I do,

And one day it’ll thank me, or

Put a bullet in my head 

Read the entire series here

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The Lovesong of an Ordinary Day

Nothing appeals more to me,
Than waking up to the smell of fresh coffee in the morning,
As my mother draws open the curtains,
And my bedroom is flooded with light,
I smile and look out the window,
And notice that the Sun is up,
The sky is blue,
Which is beauiful,
And so are You,
Because my dear, no one writes a lovesong,
Quite like You do

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