Invisible

Like a moth inside the cocoon,
Waiting to kiss the bright sun,
Growing it's wings in silence,
Slowly losing its innocence.

The girl next to me seems pretty,
My talks to her sweet and witty,
I learned a new word called crush,
I also learned to blush.

Not knowing what's right or wrong,
Unbeknown of where I belong,
With weird face and soar throat,
I did a little academics and sport.

I became an adult before I knew,
The feeling was all new.

The transition now is rapid,
There's no more tepid,
Information is the strength,
It's dangers go to great lengths.

There are quarrels over double ticks and blue ticks,
Depression over shares , comments and likes,
The filter of the picture express the moods,
Emojis is now our mother tongue.

The teens are on pill,
And they call it free will.
Everybody has a story to tell,
There's always a mini version of hell.

Adolescence is invisible

Though the physical signs are visible,
There's name, fame and shame,
And we have nothing to blame.

Innocence is the melody of the unsung song,
Our souls yearn for it to last long.

Never bid adieu

"There was nothing wrong with the weather. It was too romantic for the both of us. The breeze, the sun that accentuated the winter evening, the lights and the avenue, everything right in place. I wish we ordered another glass of champagne. It was like sparkles that tickled gently. Perhaps I'm one among the lucky lot to have such an awesome and horrific first date. Shepherd, My valentine, never bid adieu please" said Merlin.

She said all this to her dying boyfriend. Yes, it was their first date and their last. It's not something everybody goes through. It was not a street accident Bollywood style, not the tragic cancer patient story, its the story of a broken soul.

The room was silent, echoing her voice. All the romantic words reached no ears except hers. There was nobody. Yet Merlin continued, talked all day of the date. Cherished each moment of it, lived it in recurrence. The memory crisp, the feeling genuine. The wound fresh and pain inextricable.But none of it crept into reality. Hysterical, hallucinatory and helpless.

Merlin is a schizophrenic. The date happened only in her visions. She experienced auditory, visual and tactile hallucinations. Though she was a schizophrenic the love was real, her feeling for the one who existed only in her imagination was exuberantly legit. The people around were often annoyed. Even the empathetic ones got bored. And the doctors silenced her with the dose of dope. But Merlin had all hope in the universe. 

The sedation was just a short term fix, it didn't stop the hallucinations from happening. "Doctor is this the dream drug ? I get to see Shepherd when I take it ?". Every night the doctors tricked her in taking the dope to make her get through the night.

The doctors had left for Christmas leaving the nurses incharge. The doctor on-call was fast asleep. While the nurses were too busy watching tv shows, thoughts of Shepherd was killing Merlin. The hysteric date, his words and his death, everything overwhelmed her. She started hearing his voices. But she wanted to see him, touch him ("Mer ,  Lets go for a walk.")

"I'm coming Shepherd, just a sec" said Merlin and never returned.