Be My Guest...!! - VIII

For story until now Go To the END : 

Chapter Eight -  The Dread Room Continues

What say of my juvenile thoughts

Ghost and Demon all I can think of.

In impeccably ordinary,

I see thousand flaws

A peace room, not a strange inn

though the sound of everything

why so petrifying to relax.

Everything seems mysterious

everything undeniably queer

why everyone so aberrant

why every moment raising questions in me.

What say of my juvenile thoughts

should I be really aghast

or am being too suspicious.

What if, my twisted thoughts

show me direction,

keep me innocuous.

Would I be too naive 

not considering the odds

not seeing whats in front?

Do I have a say

Can I escape from this?

My heart started pounding again

with Mysteries surrounding my brain.

Let me write down, what happened

After writing to my journal, 

before I write again.

I went to take a shower

Calm myself,

clean my mess from the quest.

Not long before, I turned the foset.

The dripping water

wash my thoughts.

I heard some sound coming from the room

My bathroom door was open

and through shower curtains I saw

A translucent figure

in white gown

moving around my bed

walking towards the study table 

at the corner wall

I remembered by journal left there

unclosed with my last log.

I took a moment "what is it? in the room?"

"Is it some ghost, 

some devilish soul been haunting the night?"

I cared no more

I needed answers

I jumped off my shower

and busted out of the bathroom

to startled the spirit walking around.

To my embarrassment

I stand naked in front of her

The inn lady laying some Milk

on the study table with care and love

She turned and closed her eyes

she chuckled and smiled

without a word between us 

I rushed to take cover.

I came back into the room

embarrassed and flustered.

The nice old lady was still standing
with her head down and a wrinkly smile.

I apologized 

"I thought you were something else"

She kept smiling and told in her weird accent

"No Ghost, no haunted, this room safe."

"How you got in?" I asked,
"I locked the door from inside."

"No, No... Young Lad.

I have a master key

work on any lock, we've."

"I hear you wanted Milk

you sleep, for sleep come well.

Pardon me, I scare you.

no harm, so true." she said

I smile at her innocent tone 

"I thought of asking for Milk,

but you already read my mind.

Am sorry to startled you like this.

Now can I wish you goodnight."

She turned to leave,

but suddenly crossed herself 

and looked at me.

"You want to say something?" I asked

In some trans she replied

"Thou be devil's slave, 

slaughter and burn in hell,

thy unseal the door of grave

murder thy soul thyself" 

she spoke with somber tone

in perfect English accent

she ever spoke.

Without waiting another moment

she left the room

door slammed behind her

with wind from the window.

I rushed again, to close the pane

I locked the door 

and with questioning thoughts 

"What did she mean?

why she made that remark?

How she spoke such good English

when she couldn't even say correct words?"

I retired to the chair 

took the covered glass

while drinking my Milk

I saw a letter.

A letter addressed to me

"But who wrote this?"

I turned the envelop

its signed - Count Dracula at your service.

Now am writing my journal

thinking should now I read it?

Thinking about the good lady

and suddenly what gotten in.

All this strange situation

only one I feel connection

Count Dracula my host

and his kind letter 

maybe our first communication.

Let me say goodnight to my journal

I'll read this letter am holding 

then I will retired for tonight

hope sleep will fix this weird night.

-- To Be Continued...

Until Now in Be My Guest :

Chapter One - Boarding The 3:15 Train

Chapter Two - Solitude As I Had Asked For

Chapter Three - A Dream So Real
Chapter Four - Breaking Dawn to Break Free
Chapter Five - We Arrive!!

Chapter Six - 666

Chapter Seven - The Dread Room

Further on :
Chapter Nine - Is Everything Real?
Chapter Ten - The Letter?
Chapter Eleven - The First Meeting
Chapter Twelve - Wanderin' Among The Dead
Chapter Thirteen - Nightmares in the Castle of Dracula
Chapter Fourteen - Midnight Conversation

Be My Guest...!! - VII

For story until now Go To the END : 

Chapter Seven -  The Dread Room

I twisted the golden latch
cold it was, as my heart
elfin creaking sound
echoed through the hall
Oh holy mother
Oh dear God
I galloped my fear
and wide open my eyes
the door slipped from my hand
inviting me with wide open arm.

Is my dread too judgmental
am I a prey of my own paranoia
I took a shaky step
put my right foot on the carpet
suddenly the window went wide open
flapping and beating inside and out
heavy wind blowing too harsh
too cold and howling with groan
It wasn't very soon I took another step,
rushed to the window to close its panes
But not before I could suceed
A bat flew in
restlessly flapping hitting the walls
sound of its wing
frozen my feet
my heart beat synced with its flapping wings
it rushed across the room
so fast to be followed
it flew outside through my open door
I could hear it in the hall
I kept frozen for few seconds
then rush to close the door
breathing heavy I locked myself in the room
like that weird door
will protect me from
what's there in the hall.

I realized my eyes was so wide open
I sweated wet in my layers
I was breathing so hastily
I could drink a gallon of water
I calmed myself, it took several minutes
what a nightmare
my trip till am here
ghastly drowned in my past thought
I panicked and haunted by own self.
I write this now,
to let go of my feeling.
to calm myself in such dire moment
and to note every when and how
until this ends.
Now I must take a shower
cleanup from the trip
before am ready to sleep.
I ain't know in this creepy room
If I can find peace
or wait alert to pass this deceive.

-- To Be Continued...

Until Now in Be My Guest :

Chapter One - Boarding The 3:15 Train

Chapter Two - Solitude As I Had Asked For

Chapter Three - A Dream So Real
Chapter Four - Breaking Dawn to Break Free
Chapter Five - We Arrive!!

Chapter Six - 666

Further on :
Chapter Eight - The Dread Room Continues
Chapter Nine - Is Everything Real?
Chapter Ten - The Letter?
Chapter Eleven - The First Meeting
Chapter Twelve - Wanderin' Among The Dead
Chapter Thirteen - Nightmares in the Castle of Dracula
Chapter Fourteen - Midnight Conversation

How to Lose your Wife?

How you will like to loose your loving wife? A person you love beyond any imagination possible, may be others do understand or don't, none matter until you love each other - But if you're forced then, how you will choose to loose your wife, your soul-mate?

Options :

1. Spending each day, and living each day to the fullest knowing that finally you will loose her to death. She will pass away in the hands to some darkness never to come back. You want to love her so much, pour your heart your love in each day so badly that maybe she won't be there again tomorrow to know that how much you love her. But then again when sun shines and you see her smile, sunlight reflecting through her shaved head, you laugh with tears in your eyes, feeling sad and glad all at the same time. Again with a hope. Today its your last day to show her your heart, tear open all the emotion you have for her. Then that last day comes, the last day you have to say all that you wanna say. You gonna know this is it, when she holds your hand and says "I had a wonderful life with you. I loved it all." and closes her eyes. Your night and day paused at that moment. And you jus can't move with the numbness and stillness. Your heart chocked out in your throat but you can hear it beating so hard and crying silently to make it stop, so that you can leave with her. But dear this is how you choose to loose your wife not how you leave with your wife.

2. Spending each day fighting with your parent, for the honor and respect they defy to serve you and your wife with. Crying, yelling, trying to explain them every action and intention. Waking up each morning with despair that you and your wife paying as the price of jus' being in love and choosing each other. Living in hell, in stress overwhelmed with disgrace and dishonor. Scared that your loved ones will be hurt if you try to loose those not so well wishing parents. Who want you to be miserable each day jus because they want to fulfill their uncompromised ego and unwilling to understand you and your emotions. Further they punish you by snatching away your life and your love because you have to stick around them or they black mail you by hurting the ones you care for. You have to keep witnessing them, blaming and criticizing the one you love with baseless untrue argument without uttering a word. Certainly progressively growing distance between you and your wife sooner or later, even though you may feel deep love inside for her. No way you get to share either your anger for your parents or your deep love for your wife. Your parent will never accept their defied ego for the name of your happiness, those parents are rare breed. But how long will you expect, your wife to be the only one to support and understand you. Although you continue to carry you parents problems on your shoulders. You can't sail on two boats simultaneously. Its not about choosing your love. It is the matter between wrong and right, justice and unfairness. In this case you definitely have to loose your wife because your parents are blood sucking leeches and selfish parasites who doesn't let go easy. Hence spending each day with your wife bearing stress and burden. Sometimes avoiding each other 'coz some talk may trigger the bubbling but covered anguish, or yelling out at each other 'coz a small coke-can has spilled over and its too much stress for you both. Ending up separated with pain, even though you love each other unimaginably on the name of heaven and earth. You feel equal pain as the guy you might be in the first option. Difference is you know she is out there but no where around you. You can't see her face anymore. Not smiling, not talking, not even fighting. She exists but she is defunct for you. It worst than loosing her to death. But You have lost your wife. Accept it, Swallow it, you have to live with it. Whose fault? your parents who forced you to go through this? or your wife who didn't pull this up to the end? Or its you? making the right choice?

Now tell me How you choose to loose your wife? - Being a wife I can say, no wife in this world who loves her husband wants to be in the second option. If I can and have a choice, I tell my husband - We live our life to the fullest, till death does us apart. I better go away with the first option living a wonderful life and loving him till the end than dying everyday in the later burying my emotion in my shut doors, being extinct to the one I love everyday with all my heart but can't say that I love you. I wish, if I have a choice. But you have. So decide - How you choose to Loose your Wife?

Think about it, if you're in a situation caught up with the option 2 and you are suddenly struck with a news like option 1, will you still agree to keep getting bullied, and keep nodding over the white-collared blackmails. Or will you want to spend each and every moment with your wife cherishing the past emotions creating new memories and pouring your love, your heart into the present keeping aside all the pending fights, all the unanswered complaints, keeping whole world apart from your life which might hurt her on her those last counting days. If you agree to the latter, why wait for such a news as option 1, and why not cherish every moment as it might be your last together, so that you never have to be that one guy in option 2 ever again...

Riders of Phailin

Oh! the howling wind
did angels come down
with black wings
Olympus' doors were broken
with distress and disgust
Oh! the mother nature
anger burst with fiery thunders

"You humans shred blood on my soil
crushed me, ruptured my heart
wretched everything I have
wrecked my soul to the very core.
Now stand to face me
when I come
ridding those howling winds
I sing to diminish you
vanish forever from this earth."

Oh! the angels wore
their black wings
with tremor and hurricane
they came riding the howling wind
ready to bleed
shatter the unholy souls
angels with black wings
ready to fight for mother earth.

"God has given up
hope and trust
disgrace you humans of earth.
Now we wear these black wings
wings of destruction.
To erase you, to finish you.
Your end will be a lesson
survive or surrender
face our thunder
if you have a holy heart
come face our anger."

Mother earth's howls
her sadness and angry cries
The God needs a hope
pure human with holy souls.
There is a chance
all she wishes her
children to understand.
Those insane winds passed away
carried mass of destruction
howling "I diminish you all,
crushing you to dust"

With a warning they return
Now its time to think
what's next and what was wrong
Shall there be a change
an inspiration?
Shall we stand beside each other
with sole passion?
Would there be any trust behold?
Would there be another hope?
Is it possible to restore,
the lost and the gone,
the Utopian land in our hope?

A Drop Of Blood

Am a drop of blood
am the heart break
that bleeds
am broken soul
misunderstood and diminished
am the dead past
forgotten even from dreams.

Am a drop of blood
when you murder your soul
I cried but you didn't reconcile
It died screaming and crawling 
but you didn't even realized 
the miseries killed you
and you were lost to fate defied
you changed your path
you changed yourself
for adapting mud and dirt
lies and dishonesty
Am your drop of blood
that you had lost
ain't even noticing what's gone.

Am your screaming soul
Am your drop of blood
Am your broken heart
but nothing change 
since you changed your path

I keep screaming 
come back
come back
am a drop of blood
am the heart break
that bleeds
am broken soul
misunderstood and diminished
am the dead past
forgotten even from dreams.

Am the heart break 
when you have broken a heart
innocent souls been cheated
with your lies.
Left in misery 
you search a new path
you found light in darkness
Camouflaging your nastiness
you pretend to be innocent
You infect other souls around
lost in distrust 
made someone else like you

What have you done?
How you could erase yourself?
Remember how your heart been broken
how could you break it too
I have to understand
there is no end to misery 
there is no sign of salvation
in selling your soul.

I will keeping screaming 
for you to come back
for your soul to be pure
Come back
Come back
for am a drop of blood
am the heart break
that bleeds
am broken soul
misunderstood and diminished
am the dead past
forgotten even from dreams.

No resolute 
can bring me in
memories faded
from where you believed in
Am not gonna fight to stay
not gonna stick to you
but breaking dawn
will prove to you
darkness will be gone
and morning shine will make you whole.

Am your drop of blood
Am your heart break
Am your broken soul
Am your dead past
lost in your dreams
Am a part of you
that you have lost.