Lets go for a walk..

"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 his 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.

X-rated!!!!

Like meat they are sold,
By the hearts that's cold.
They dress-up and act bold,
Their sad stories are never told.

They change their name,
Now they feel no shame,
Money, drugs and fame,
Is all the blame..

Teacher, doctor, nun
The trend and cold pun,
Satisfying in all roles,
The carnal evils captured as cameras roll,
They satify the beasty lust,
Coz they're morals are gone and lost.

they are called sluts and whores,
Who undress and has nothing to wear,
Their sad stories are never told,
In the websites that show them bold.

The ones who watch porn,
Are obviously soul torn.
Graphic visual that video plays,
It never captures their weak soul's cries.

But the real concern I see in none
They're busy watching many on one.
All in the name of fun,
Behind carnal pleasure they run.

-Savio

Fiendish Anathema. ..

HIV is not something we are unbeknown. . Its a disease that spreads through blood transfusion.. the things we aren't aware are the struggles that the patients go through. I dont hav a soft corner for the ones with deviant sexual desires. they are totally deserved to be punished. My concern is of the little children who are affected by this anathema with no mistake of theirs.. As a universal fact HIV has no sane cure. And these young ones suffer as if they are paying their debt of the past life.

The preventive measures are incessantly evangelised.. But many fail to listen.. Inappropriate sexual practices, Unclean, non sterelized tools and the errors in the blood transfusion give birth to this fiendish anathema. ..

Its time to bring the awareness among the populace abt the cause and prevention. The cure is not too far, but prevention will keep the journey Alive.

Concern citizen.

-Savio

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

My Valentine

A soul like you is rare,
You're as radiant as the solar flare. 
Thy spirit the most pure,
In you I seek my cure,
                      
Thy grace;bright and shine,
Thy compassion is divine.
Thou art my valentine.
The Goddess of my shrine, (heart)

Sun borrows thy radiance,
The moon mimics thy countenance.
Thy ever gentle glance,
Takes me to a blissful trance.  
  
Blink!; thy lashes kiss,
Blessed moments I'll never miss.
The glow is so iwis,
The splendor of thy iris

Tell me beloved,
That we'll live forever
Joy our cloud,Love our shower.
Oh my love!,
Thy heart, my epicenter,
Is it vacant? Can I make it my shelter.?

-Savio

Catharsis..

Sharon wanted to talk.. Open her heart out and cry.. The society is like the stage. We shiver to make mistakes.. The oly thing we think abt is to get applause frm the audience. But She failed to understand the hall was not full. The audience aren't there. The drama called life is always a hit and never a failure. Albeit Her beloved was seated ryt next her, she felt lonely. David embraced her, to make her feel better. He refrained from asking her the reason of sorrow. Memory is heavy. David's heart was equally heavy. He wanted many things to be made clear.  But gravity pulled all his words to his gut. Sharon tried to get up. David helped her in the endeavour. Her sorrow wasnt down at all..  David hugged her tight, giving no room for air. Sharon cried on his shoulders. He was her mental support. He wiped her tears and filled her with the words that language cant express.. He  communicated not to her ears but to her lovingly tender lips. Yes!! They kissed each other. All the things unspoken was now spoken. All their suppressed pathos melted.. It was not lust that heated them up, it was the warmth of love that shone like pole star. Sharon planted a gentle peck on his cheeks and left. Her heart wasn't light.. but it wasn't as heavy as before. Their kiss had cathartic effect on both them. The communication of the soul through physical realm is rare.. david and Sharon now manifested it. Their souls knw their love better. The lamp was lit. Nothing can extinguish it now.

"The instance wasnt just a physical union. It was more than wat the human realm treats it as."

(Yet another pointless scribble of mine.. hope you liked it.. )

-Savio