do vampires sleep?

they don't.

i met a vampire
through a series of unpredictable events.
and this vampire, i must say.
despite being the only one,
might actually be the best one.

he wasn't cold,
and so i doubted.
why aren't you cold?

"because you give me warmth."

are you really a vampire?
i ask, and he replies,
with his stares that does not let me go.
a stare that got me locked not just in his eyes.

but also in his heart.

and so when i was so used to this setting.
came in, one cold evening.
that for the first time i have felt,
my warmth being unable to melt
all the shivers and cold sweats
i have proven he was a vampire.
when he has touched me with his cold hand,
cold eyes and his cold heart.

i wait for him in days.
i tell him that i miss him
in a way that i could.
and all i get is a cold wind.

this night, i am thinking
the vampire is asleep.
though, they never do.
it is more comforting than
knowing that this vampire is ignoring me.
so the vampire is asleep,
but (i hope) he has not forgotten
a human
locked inside
his cold,
cold heart.

In an ocean of people, a quiet temple,
a noisy classroom, a busy café, and on the other side of the pedestrian lane.
I keep looking for you.
But you also kept on—
not coming.

Alone, as I explore places I am unfamiliar with,
I keep observing the people around me.
Thinking that maybe, you could be here.
But there was never a day that you arrived when I expected you to.

Until one day,
when I was alone in a room.
Nothing but a mirror to stare at.
I found it.

I keep looking for love but it never comes.
I convinced myself that maybe I was looking at the wrong places.
But no.
I keep looking for you, Love, because I thought I didn't have you.
I keep looking for you, Love, because my eyes failed to see you.
I keep looking for you, Love— thinking you were in someone else's hands.
I keep looking for you, Love, but you were here all along.
Inside me, pure and strong.