Talking about them

My longing lingers

My tresses twist

But in my isolation

All truth is empty: Azam Ali

'I know! I know!' 'Haven't been valued for a while' 'Should come sooner, this isn't something mortals do' 'Admitting, your tantra is fine'

Romeo kept his hand down, the weathered man had his eyes closed. It wasn't just mortals who needed taking care of. Jinns and Vampires will live the distance together, though rarely calling of each other. They are the proof of eternity. Jinns were hard to surround in these times. There were many faking their identity. Who wanted to live scrubbing the brain when their when playing with mortals was so fun. It was a humor to them, the mortals couldn't observe the obvious.

'When was the last hunt?' 'Did she cry?' 

Romeo couldn't say anymore, he knew it well to know. She didn't ask 'why'.

'Not a second lower' 'u have long before it pains' 'use the time well'

Jinn let him have his sense back. The hand was still glowing. He was lucky to see the light tonight, the hunt needed to be measured, there wasn't much time for the cycle to end. This Djinn will soon be on road again. He had had earned his time in bargain of peace. He reasoned before asking his last question to Djinn. He is a vampire, his needs couldn't be bought or won. Barely gasping breath, Romeo whispered 'Why don't they love u as much as me?'

Djinn has quick 'Because u can disappear from their lives, nobody hates the mystery. We Djinns on the other hand live in their bottles, now dear lad, my fees, the tear'

*The photograph is the impression at http://ranonus.com/djinn2.jpg 

The First Calling

There isn't much to do at night really. 

Spider man and Batman don't cover much of Delhi, they went international couple of centuries back. They didn't like the British troops. Costumes was supposed to be their thing. He sits among the simpleton humans tonight. 

The top of India-Gate needs a sweep, they don't show the terrible dust in the movies. He gave a sigh on the ignorance of the mortals. Bored and hungry there is one place everyone went at nights. 

A little vush-vish-wam and suddenly the quite winds replace the food court at Nizammudin station. He met the sufi once, the wisest man he had known. Delhi survives the slow poison in his aura of faith in good. Romeo, knows he misses him. When u live for eternity, its that single enlightened moment that keeps u sane. Romeo the vampire of Hind. He defies physics but feels the burden of night. Dargah is the place to be, the winds never lie. He flaps his cigarette and shows himself in the crowd. They don't see it, but there is light at the end. 

There was nothing to do at night anyways.