My twin soul.♥♡

I envy the ocean's calm,
Thy eyes make me warm.
Romance of my breath and thy breeze,
Is sure to make time freeze.

Newton was wrong,
For gravity I'm bound no long.
In thy ever gentle hold,
I see facets of love unfold.

I seek light in thy shadow,
To bleach my visual window.
In darkness and cold,
You are my luminous cloud.

Thou art my twin soul,
My beloved in joy and peril.
Now i understand,
Love is my only stand♡

(Savio)

Omnipresent.... Omnipotent

We often dont realise the oly omnipresent,  omnipotent truth. Perhaps my statement sounds ridiculous; but thats what truth sound at first. 

HUNGER is the omnipresent,  omnipotent entity. Coz all we humans are born with a belly that needs constant attention.

Food is necessary to keep a human alive; Well...most of the human populace dont hav the pleasure of eating all meals a day.

People are stirred when an old man fasts for his demands to be fulfilled. But there are already ppl who are fasting just because they dont hav anything to eat.....

As said earlier, nothing remains constant except HUNGER and THIRST...

(Savio)

Comradeship. :)

Dont knw why.. But this thought is incessantly striking me.. "Is friendship greater than the universe? ?"

I tried finding the answer through books, scriptures etc. I even tried the most read book "Facebook".. but It restricted my feeling towards friends with just two buttons 'like' and 'comment'..

Whilst we hail friendship so much, a three letter word devastates everything. 'EGO' as we call in sanehood terms becomes the ultimatum and friendship seeks its exit..

"EGO and camaraderie cannot co- exist.When ego dies, comradeship blossoms."

The poem below shares the grief of the lose.

"By tears I cleanse my face,
I lost my precious space.
I knew not the grace,
But now I realise the lose"

The soul talk

"LOVE".. a wonderful topic to talk abt. From cartoon network to mobile networks,  this word unites everyone. 

But many just see the mirage. We hav lost the essence. The world is no longer the dwelling place of  the divine soul.

Perhaps we hav given authority to movies and books to decide our opinion abt love.

Albeit the world no longer understand the soul talk of "Love", our souls can pick up signals and rekindle the lost glory.  "Soul understands the soul".

"Material joy is  immaterial when our soul is in turmoil"..

May be God put all his powers into one word and called it "LOVE". Even if he wants to punish us, it is by love. Coz love is mightier than the universe.

Thy LOVE makes me breathe♥

When i'm weary in the storm,
Your presence make me calm.
Like the tree with a firm stem,
You are my adobe in goodness and
gloom.

You are my cardiac rhythm,
Shelter i seek in thy bossom.
Thou glow like aurum,
Thou art My sweet winter blossom.

Thou art the synonym of love,♡
Sacred than the holy scroll.
By wisdom thou plough,
Making me a gentle soul.

Oh Mother!!!!!
Thou art my armour and sheath,
Thy Love makes me breathe.
The heavenly hands tethered,
You and me together.♡

(Savio).

A Clinical affair...

The theatre looked surreally eerie to Angela. It was her first time in an operation theatre. The nurse scurried around the vast room making things set for the surgery. Angela
was on the bed,hoping the procedure wont hurt her much.

"Hello young lady", greeted Doctor Mathew.

His voice filled the entire room. The tatoo of the crucifix was the first thing Angela noticed. She wished him 'Hi', nervous. Back in her mind, Angela retraced her memory of her first visit to the dentist. She stereotyped dentists as cruel people and was always afraid of them. Her love to have a perfectly alligned dentetion persuaded her to meet him. Feeling her aura of fear, The dentist said "Medical Treatments wont hurt, but will only make you get ready for a better tommorow".

The doctor clasped his gloves. The sound of the rubber cloves pulled her to the present. But subconciously the Dentist's words were filling hope into her tiny heart.

"Lets start", said Doctor Mathew.

Angela's heart started beating faster than usual. Adrenaline filled her nerves. The doctor started examining her eyes with the torch. The Pinguecula was evident. 'Pinguecula', as absurd as the name are growths that occur on the lining covering the white part of the eye. This was more common with the middle aged populace, but it didnt spare the young ones.

"Angela, open your eyes as wide as possible", the instruction resembled the acoustics of a yoga instructor. Her eyelids parted as a bloomed lotus. The left eye bore the non cancerous cell growth(pinguecula).

"Get ready", said the doctor patting her cheeks with an affable gesture.

"Will this be painful?" asked Angela swallowing hard her fears.

"Dont worry dear", replied the Doctor.

"Ouch", was her response to the clips that held her eyelids parted.

A nurse as old as her mom said,"Dont be afraid darling, we are not here to hurt you". The nurse's words filled Angela with hope. But the supply was a little less.

The procedure was about to start. Dr.Mathew was a faithful catholic. He had a tatoo of the crucifix emblazoned on his fore arm to accentuate his reverence towards Jesus. He grew up as an orphane. The priests sheltered him. His passion for medicine started in a sunday catechism class when he heard the story of Jesus curing a blind person. Mathew always said,"Jesus is my Master. I feel his presence guiding me in all my surgeries".

As a devote catholic Dr.Mathew started the surgery with "The Lord's prayer". Everyone in the room recited with a single chime. The doctor pronounced Psalm 21 which he knew word by word. As the doctor was indulged in prayer, Angela was making a silent prayer. "Amen", said everyone in chorus.

Angela was starting to feel dizzy. The clips held tight the upper lid, divorcing it from the lower eyelid. The lights were nearly blinding her. Angela saw something glisten, her intuition guessed it as a syringe. She tried to motion herself to pull her sleeves, then she realized her hands tied up.

"Gonna give you a small prink", said the doctor.

"Hands or hips??" questioned Angela, perplexed.

"To your eyes dear", uttered the Doctor.

"No doctor no!!!!! I wanna go home..... I dont want any surgery. PLZZZ let me go" wailed Angela.

Fear of needles grew with her from childhood. The Trypanophobia was at its heights. The friendly affable Doctor seemed an ugly fiend now. The nurse who filled her with hope earlier tag teamed with the Doctor and tried to cajole her.

"You're just two steps away dear, this pain isnt permanent" said the nurse, trying to ease Angela's fears.

Angela went deaf to every cajoling words.

The doctor wasnt asking for her consent. He was just informing things.The ultra fine needles entered the ever ethereal conjunctiva. The pain was infinitely infinite. Her right eye was covered with cotton, leaving only her left eye to the doctor's vision.

The Juniors who stood ajar admired Dr,Mathew's expertise.

Angela felt her blood flowing down her eyes to the sides of the left ear. Though she didnt experience any pain other the haunting injection, she felt as if the doctor is tickling her eye ball with a feather..

The surgery was a success. The nurse bandaged her.

"Its over darling", she said, her voice as sweet as an angel and kissed Angela on her fore head.

"You"ll have to wear anti-glare glasses atleast for a fortnight. After that your eyes will shine brighter than ever" said the doctor with an air of pride and a sense of accomplishment.

The surgery not only gave her exuberant eyes, it also belaboured her fear for needles.

The next fortnight will be the slowest 15 days for Angela. The only thing running in her

mind was "How to face her friends with the black glasses" :)

My Blood and Bone.. :)

I close my eyes and pray,

To find a new way.

The divine had a final say,

Who laid our path way.

Lord tethered you and me together,

Though you are from another mother.

I breath your oxygen,

Your eyes see my vision.

The road may be rough,

With noise at inane poise.

But thoughts are enough,

To keep us close.

I may acquainte with many,

But you are my crony.

I never feel alone,

You are my blood and bone.

Titanic lost the fight,

Despite its strong might.

Our comradeship will never die,

Even after our final good bye.

                                      -Savio