Magical delight.

The intimacy of the dark clouds,
With signals strong and loud.
This fantasy is always told,
The story of the thunder bolt.

The fruit of the romance,
Is the reason to dance.
We don't stand a chance,
Without its glance.

The magnitude of delight,
Is no less than daylight.
The glow of the droplet,
Is more brighter than scarlet.

People call it 'Rain',
The ally of the plough.
Its heavenly pour,
Oomphs the earth's allure.

(Savio)

Sorry!! You're not my type

Thought u were my oasis,
In my deepest crisis.
But u are just a mirage,
A disguised sabotage.

Our Love was so divine,
I thought u were mine.
Now u made me realise,
That my decision wasn't wise.

Didn't you feel a remote sorry,
To burden my soul with memory.
The time that we spent..
The dreams that we dreamt.

I will not cry and weep,
For the fiendishly cheap.
Sorry, you're not my type,
Get lost for good!!! creep.

-Savio