A Writers Block

Every morning I see your face,
And for that fleeting second I’m in a different place,
A place where we smiled, laughed, and talked,
A place where we could hold hands wherever we walked,
I’m reminded of this each and every day.
Then the sleep clears and it’s all blown away.
Realization sets in and I’m all alone.
I quickly have to check my phone
In case you’ve called or sent me a text.
Then it hits harder as what come next
Is the empty screen with your smiling face
And the emptiness of this forsaken place.
How do I mend a broken heart?
My entire world has fallen apart.
How do I find hope in a brand new day,
when the one I love has gone away?
My mind overflows with memories of you,
of all that we’ve shared, all that we knew.
I long for your touch and your warm embrace,
the look in your eyes, the smile on your face.
My dreams are filled with your soft gentle kiss.
I wake and cry for all that I miss.

As most of us know all too well, when you’re reeling from the finale of a romantic relationship that you didn’t want to end, your emotional and bodily reactions are a tangle: You’re still in love and want to reconcile, but you’re also angry and confused; simultaneously, you’re jonesing for a “fix” of the person who has abruptly left your life, and you might go to dramatic, even embarrassing, lengths to get it, even though part of you knows better.
What does our brain look like when we’re in the throes of such agonizing heartbreak? This isn’t just an academic question. The answer can help us better understand not only what’s going on inside our lovelorn bodies, but why humans may have evolved to feel such visceral pain in the wake of a break-up. In that light, the neuroscience of heartbreak can offer some practical—and provocative—ideas for how we can recover from love gone wrong.

Broken heart (also known as a  heartbreak  or  heartache) is a  metaphor  for the intense emotional-and sometimes physical-stress or pain one feels at experiencing great and deep longing. The concept is cross-cultural, often cited with reference to a desired or lost lover.
Failed romantic love can be extremely painful; sufferers of a broken heart may succumb to  depression, anxiety  and, in more extreme cases, post traumatic stress disorder.In many legends and fictional tales, characters die after suffering a devastating loss; however,this is actually a quite recurring case in reality.
Not from the sudden feeling of loneliness like in the stories,but depression,PTSD, drug abuse, alcohol addiction, suicide, agressive smoking,etc.

When it comes down to it, the only true cure for a broken heart is… time. And until you get some space from your loss, there’s no denying the pain (that’s why there are a bajillion songs about it!). Luckily, there are some tried-and-true methods for coping with heartbreak.
If you notice that grief is getting in the way of your daily life, or you’re experiencing symptoms of depression, don’t be afraid to reach out to a professional. They can be the compassionate ear you need, especially when others just don’t know what to say.
Whether you’re going through a rough breakup or grieving a death, remember these core tenets to help your heart recover: honesty about your experience and your emotions, compassion for yourself, social support, and self-care. After a while, you’ll start to feel like yourself again.

-Sia Savla.

And if nothing works,lose yourself in some music that lifts up your spirits.

Thank you,next -Ariana Grande. https://youtu.be/gl1aHhXnN1k

Love Yourself -Justin Bieber. https://youtu.be/oyEuk8j8imI

Me,Myself,and I – Beyoncé. https://youtu.be/4S37SGxZSMc

Shout out to My Ex – Little Mix https://youtu.be/bFDzhKdrN9M

They wake up every day,
mainly to their dismay,
the pain it caused will never end,
They never had the strength to tell a friend,
how do they open up,
when their whole life they kept it shut,
how do they get the pain to subside,
when all they want to do is curl up and hide,
You say tell them after the incident,
that the whole thing is their fault,
They couldn’t even tell their mother about this default,
even when they escaped the crime,
They knew they would never regain the time.
You say to them,“My friends are all good men.
He would never do such a thing.
It’s your safety that I worry about,
And trouble your dress may bring.”
They said,“You shouldn’t have to tell us
To not get raped—avoid a man’s eyes.
You should tell your sons, your brother, your father,your friends,
To not rape and act civilized.”
There is a blank spot,
where educators need to question,
where parents need to advocate,
where sexual predators must shrink in fear.
Teach young women
to sharpen their best blade.
Teach young women
the fierceness of their fists.
Moreover teach every human,
To respect and reflect.

Rape culture is a term that was first used in the 1970s and is designed to show the ways in which society blames victims of sexual assault and also normalises sexual violence. 
First thing you need to know about ‘rape culture’ is that it allows us to live in a society where it is acceptable to teach girls how to ‘prevent’ sexual violence and tell them how to “not get raped” instead of telling rapists to just “NOT rape”.

Rape culture is telling women to be careful about what we wear, how we carry ourselves, where we walk, when you walk there, and with whom, where we do it, with whom we do it, and how many partners do we do it with. What we had to drink, how much we drink, was it someone we knew, did we make eye contact, did we say ‘no’ clearly enough and did anyone else hear it. It’s telling girls to think about who’s around when the delivery guy comes, to own a dog, to walk on lit street and hold our house keys in out hand, not to live on the ground floor, to get a roommate, to take up self-defence to always be alert and watch our backs and if we didn’t follow all the rules and we got raped – then it is OUR fault.. 

There are so many supposed ‘myths’ about rape and what is the main problem,here are few such myths.
Myth: If you didn’t fight back, you must not have thought it was that bad.
Fact: During a sexual assault, it’s extremely common to freeze. Your brain and body shuts down in shock, making it difficult to move, speak, or think.
Myth: People who are raped “ask for it” by the way they dress or act.
Fact: Rape is a crime of opportunity. Studies show that rapists choose victims based on their vulnerability, not on how sexy they appear or how flirtatious they are.
Myth: It’s not rape if you’ve had intercourse with the person before.
Fact: Just because you’ve previously consented to sex with someone doesn’t give them perpetual rights to your body. If your spouse, boyfriend, or lover forces sex against your will, it’s rape.

The world goes on and on about how progressive we our,allowing gay marriages,allowing live in,etc.
Yet we live in a world of rape culture and in that world people say things like: “Women accuse celebrities and athletes of rape all the time for money and attention.”
“The definition of rape is so loose these days, women can claim anything is rape and get away with it.” 
“If she was really raped she would have called the police”
This is why only about 40% of rapes are ever reported to the police, because victims know that if their claim becomes public, their every behaviour will be scrutinised they will be shamed for their sexual history, and they will be labeled for life.

Sexual violence is shockingly common in our society… For some maniacs ,Rape is a fantasy,it is a kink, however in reality, Rape isn’t just hard sexual intercourse,it is an act that not only destroys one’s confidence,pride,and body but also steals the victim of their soul ,image and respect in this society.
In simple words Rape Culture is just another word for our Society.

On a parting note, TEACH RAPISTS TO RESPECT,TEACH VICTIMS TO FORGET.
After all,there is no rapist who knows respect,and victims who forget are not victims anymore,but fighters.
Do not be afraid to speak up, it is time this society is taught a lesson .

-Sia Savla.

They’ll never get past it, the nights they were raped,
it’s part of them now, how they were shaped.
They can’t get justice, it’s been too long,
but it’s not their fault, the rapist was wrong.
One of these days, they hope to heal,
one of these days, they’ll get him for real.
Now that we know, we know the truth,
so finally, they’ll drop the pretense of youth.
They’re not the little preys anymore , who were raped on the floor,
They promise themselves, they’re not the victims anymore.

The Quarantine is hard,believe it or not,sitting idle at home is not something extremely enjoyable or easy. Now,we’ve all been on social media for the better half of the day,and just imagine how surprised I was ,when I came across a LEGITIMATE news about a Rape Case that happened right now,during the Corona Virus isolation. I mean even when we are under lock down, and there is hardly anyone on the streets ,you expect it to be safer than usual (besides the virus ) ,but then you get news of rape in the isolation wards. So,I guess it is true, WE ARE NOT SAFE ANYWHERE.

Recovering from sexual assault takes time, and the healing process can be painful. But you can regain your sense of control, rebuild your self-worth, and learn to heal.Sexual violence is shockingly common in our society.. And sexual assault isn’t limited to women; many men and boys suffer rape and sexual trauma each year. Now that we are talking about it,Yes, men are raped too,it’s just that not many cases are coming up,some too scared about out image,some blackmailed, and some under pressure.
Regardless of age or gender, the impact of sexual violence goes far beyond any physical injuries. The trauma of being raped or sexually assaulted can be shattering, leaving you feeling scared, ashamed, and alone or plagued by nightmares, flashbacks, and other unpleasant memories. The world doesn’t feel like a safe place anymore. You no longer trust others. You don’t even trust yourself. You may question your judgment, your self-worth, and even your sanity. You may blame yourself for what happened or believe that you’re “dirty” or “damaged goods.” Relationships feel dangerous, intimacy impossible. And on top of that, like many rape survivors, you may struggle with PTSD, anxiety, and depression.

It is troubling enough that such a small proportion of reported rapes make it to court, worse still that so few victims come forward in the first place. But most disturbing of all is the reason why so many people keep their suffering to themselves: because they do not think they will be believed. That rape is still a dirty secret, hedged about with so much blame and shame that victims feel they cannot come forward, is testament to how far we still have to go.
There are, of course, great legal difficulties in rape trials. Sexual assault is one of the few crimes where proof lies not in the physical facts of the matter, but in the subjective intentions of those involved. One person’s word against another’s, with no corroborating witnesses, is highly problematic for a legal system predicated on the concepts of innocent until proven guilty and proof beyond reasonable doubt.

Rape is not something small, it is not the victims fault, and it definitely isn’t something that we shouldn’t fight against.

- Sia Savla.

……To be continued.

The world is dying.
Doctors and scientists are trying.
We all are trapped,
With no escape.
Just waiting to be saved,
By some hero with or without a cape.
Everyone’s praying for it to end,
Hoping to soon meet their dear friend.
People are coming forward to help and provide,
We are a team that no one can divide.

We all are panicking,not actually sure what it is,or what is happening.
Yes, the world is worried. And rightly so. But also, wrongly. Some smart people are saying “Don’t panic”. I am saying, “Panic. Panic. Make others panic. Stay panic-ked till this blows over”. We all know it’s not going to ‘blow over’! The entire world, in fact. But let’s look at this with a clear objective view.
COVID -19 is a disease that spreads primarily through contact with an infected person when they cough or sneeze. It also spreads when a person touches a surface or object with the virus on it ,and then goes ahead and touches their eyes,mouth,or nose.

So, is this Contagious?
It’s contagious – because you need to come into contact with the virus-carrying mechanism – largely the droplets of an infected sneeze or some such. So that’s the snotty part out of the way. The trouble is, is it out of the way? The ‘contagion’ is very easily spread. Imagine our hygiene habits. Sneezing. Coughing. Spitting. Yes. That too. Limiting contagion is the only way this spirit can be halted in his world tour.  However,majority of us do not understand that what we need is social distancing,and not social gatherings. For example, on 22nd of March,our Prime Minister said to stay in our houses and clap from our WINDOWS,TERRACE,OR BALCONY, but yet we see a few groups meeting up playing drums,and dancing. Who were they appreciating then?
So… panic!

Now ,I am not a doctor. Nor do I profess to be. I am closer to being a self proclaimed idiot . So, in that capacity, I’d like to bust some myths surrounding this fellow and what we really should be worried about. Oh, oh I forget,for all those people who are extremely panicky, I will give you foolproof advice on battling this dreaded teenager. How is he a teenager you ask! How is it a he you ask!
So, let’s start getting to know COVID-19.The name gives him away. I am presuming it’s him largely because his ability to dominate the news right now, is very much like other males we know. Then there’s 19 in his name. OMG! A teenager. And you expect him to listen,to not create trouble, to stay put, to hunker down and not travel! You will argue, it could also be 19 as in born 2019 which is so silly! It’s like the Gen Z putting their birth year in their instagram usernames, Jake_1999 or Helen1989! I’m taking COVID-19 to the teenage section immediately! Teenager he is!

We have seen over cautious people act worse than germophobes in these times. Use sanitizer,wash your hands,use sanitizer again,etc.
WHO says soap and water is good enough. There’s a requirement though. Even with soap and water you HAVE to wash your hands. Frequently. Very very often.Sanitisers are cool. But soaps are good enough. And yes, soaps and sanitisers are useless if you don’t wash your hands often enough. I’d suggest you have a hand-washing fest out of sheer panic and spread it around.

This situation is rather ironic, usually parents tell us to go outside and play, but now they tell us not to go. Just yesterday, I saw on the COVID-19 site, there was a rise of 44 cases in just an hour, and then my cousin and I were the ones warning our Grandparents not to step a foot outside the house. It felt weird being in their shoes,even if it was for literally a second.
It is time to panic. This is indeed inside stuff.

From my limited medical knowledge to the understanding of COVID-19 and his lust for creating trouble, here is a foolproof way of dealing with this pandemic. 
WARNING: ONLY FOR PARANOID!

A three-step process. 
1 Freak out.
2 Use excess of soap and sanitizers .
3 DON’T BREATHE!

-Sia Savla.

It’s a pretty night. The town is asleep,and so is the worry.
Even if it’s going to be a hard dawn,its a peaceful night. Let this silence stay,let the hope bloom;in this moonlit sky,let us bid Adieu to doom.

Hope for the night to be long,to forget this current time of sickness. Be thankful to the Lord and don’t despise him,he just made sure to return a little more nature to us,inspite of our horrendous actions.

In this lockdown,in this quarantine,hold your family close,spend time with them,give them the attention you couldn’t in your busy schedule.
Remember all of this,as it’s a pretty night.

We’ve heard rumors that Covid-19 is air borne,sexual transmitted, it develops in 2 hours to 1 day, it dies if you keep using sanitizers; and now we are in such deep confusion. We have complained that this virus has destroyed our plans, spoilt our mood, made our vacation shorter, etc., however, we should have nothing to complain about.

Just think from the point of view of Mother Nature, we have degraded her,rendered her useless, used up all her resources, polluted her,torn her apart,she has tolerated all of this ,she kept us protected, she never complained, and now that she has executed what some may call revenge,but it was her way to renew herself. Now that this virus has spread, and we are under lock down, there is less pollution,less smog,more beauty,and more purety.

Gentle and cooling air,fresh air, purified air…the words are less to describe the air now. The nature has a self renewal plan, when things are at its worst,it finds a way to renew itself,and make it better. This lock down has not only made us closer to family and friends,but also brought us closer to the realisation that after all everything is in the hands of the Lord.

Shining stars,and lit moon, calming darkness and reflected souls. What a pretty night it is! With nothing else to do,we Netflix and chill , but instead let’s bring back those old memories. Board games,card games,family challenges, fitness regimes, exploring nature from home.

This Quarantine let’s tick all of these off the list.
All over the world,people are being quarantined and are being compelled to practice social distancing. We are trying desperately to remain sane in a world that seems to be bordering on the insane. So the time is perfect for us to ponder,reflect,meditate,and discover the world within our own minds.
Admire yourself, admire nature, for it is a pretty night.

– Sia Savla.

Our mind is like an encyclopedia, it has all the knowledge like memories stored in it. Memories encapsulate all of life’s experiences and moments. While we may wish to edit or erase few memories, we can’t change the past,and these memories will always be proof of the happenings. They are the only paradise from which we can’t be expelled.
Stored in the subconscious, they are contrary things;if you quit chasing them,they return on their own. We all are like werewolves, they have an inner wolf to control,and we have our own inner demons to control. We all need these memories,to keep the wolf of insignificance from the door. These memories are what keeps our racing mind at bay, what overcomes our hate,fear,and anger. Memories are the good in bad. In one way they can heal you, warm your insides with love, in another they can tear you apart,create anger,and hatred with thoughts of betrayal.
They are a constant reminder of what you once had,what you were,and because of what or whom you were that person. Depending on whom you ask ,the memories are a boon or bane. If you ask a person with amnesia, it is a boon;They long for those memories that make them the person they are supposed to be, to tell them who to trust,to let them know what all they have done. If you ask a Mother who is grieving for her dead child, the memories are a bane;they are a constant reminder of what she doesn’t have, a constant reminder of the loss of her precious child. To have memories of those you had loved and now lost is more painful and perhaps harder than to have no memories at all.
Memories, even your most precious ones fade away quickly, but in the times of desperate need ,they resurface again. They are like antiques, the older they are the more valuable they become. Moreover, if you have noticed, the worst memories stick with us forever, while the nice ones that make us ecstatic ,quickly slip through our fingers. The worst one just doesn’t threaten to tear you apart over and over but also becomes our Base, to remind us to be strong,and help overcome other horrible experiences. Our memories give us a voice,and bear witness to history,so that other may learn. They are there so that others might celebrate our triumphs and be warned of our families. The memories of the spirit linger and sweeten long after memories of the brain have faded.
Cherish all the memories you have, because these beautiful things,good or bad,are only yours ,they belong to you no matter what. They are like bullets that whiz by and spook you,maybe tear you apart. However, they are the treasures that we lock deep inside us ,to keep our hearts warm and hopes high when we are lonely. Remember when memories turn into dreams, we have back me old, hence they maybe the last reminders of your life and you as a person.

– Sia Savla.

Death- not a very common topic to talk about.
In our fumbling and mumblings,when we do talk about it,or listen to someone speak about it,we often tend to not be overly serious about it or the person speaking about it. We speak about death,as a quite often happening in life,in fact we also have a quote, “In the midst of life we are in death.”
But have you ever wondered that in the midst of death there is life? By that I mean the knowledge, value,and experience we get when we face a near death situation. Perhaps we may fully value and embrace those in our lives,or even our own lives for that matter. We need to accept and embrace the notion that death is inevitable, and that we are surrounded by death 24*7 . It may be the death of bacteria,to the death of a loved one. No matter how much we try and escape it,the Grim Reaper,is going to catch up to us one day. They say you have to write your own destiny,however even if you make your own destiny ,you can’t choose when you will die. Your death is mandatory, inevitable, and the only thing that may bring in world balance for HIM.
There are three challenges we face to accept death as a fact – firstly the attitude towards our own death, secondly the feeling to cope up with the death of a loved one,and thirdly the constant thought of how to escape death. I use the word ‘obviously ‘ in awareness of this event,however, it is obvious only on a superficial level.
When we consider our own death,we only think of it as an intellectual fact,and not something that is going to happen to us at any time. Few of us,have had a near death experience, or prognosis from a life threatening situation,and sometimes not even then can we accept the fact that we are going to die. Even now in the times of the Corona Virus,our first thoughts were it is in China, it won’t happen to us, or any one close to us.However now that it is in our country,in our city,we try, do all that is possible to escape it. It is understandable though, after all most of us,most of the time want to be alive than dead. We have no idea what death is like, what it is like after death, what happens after death or where we go after death. And naturally,what we are not aware of ,what we do not know, we fear.
In many ways more poignantly, our attitude towards the death of our loved ones is disturbing. Again understandably, we love them ,and want them alive for their sake and ours. We have often heard people say,or we ourselves say, ” I don’t know what I’d do if anything happens to my parents/siblings/children….”
If it is death that we are talking about,then here is no if or but, there is only ‘when’. We never hear someone say,” When my mother/father/lover dies…” We make sure to even keep away the intellectual thought of our loved ones dying.
But nevertheless, as distressingly painful as thoughts of death can be, I remain it’s advocate. In the world where we live: poverty,hunger,insanity,abuse,domination,discrimination,suicide,oppression, rape,trafficking and murder: is pretty common. These will always lead to death.
Surrounded by these happenings,we should always keep in mind,that it can always be us,our loved one,or someone we know. Therefore instead of ignoring the fact that death exists,that it is inevitable, and that the Grim Reaper will catch up to us anytime, we should be prepared, embrace and value our life and family fully,and always remember not to fear death, for Death is just another great adventure.

Life is a copiously branching bush,continuously pruned by the Grim Reaper of extinction,not a ladder of predictable progress; Death is not extinguishing the light;but putting out the lamp,because the dawn has come?

– Sia Savla.

Have you ever wondered,
If God was real?
If that entity existed,
To whom we kneel?

No one has seen God,
No one really knows,
With disasters and tragedies,
The doubt only grows.

There is no spirit,
There is no soul,
There is no heaven,
Only death in a hole.

But can’t you see the proof all around,
The Earth teams with life,
We were not the result,
Of chaos running rife.

Who is God you ask!
He is God,
The one without a friend,
Alone in his purity,
World without end.

Now in times of pain and sadness,
You look at the sky with hurt,
And go to blame him for a virus.
What if to clean the dirt,
Created by human ,this was his only way?

Scientists don’t believe in God,
So let’s make this scientific.
Every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
The world we polluted,the nature we killed,
Has come back at us,for a scientific rule was to be filled.

You may wonder about the ‘promises ‘ he made,
But he has fulfilled,
All that he had bade,
It is you who hasn’t realised his deed.

God hasn’t promised,
Flower strewn pathways,
But he has promised,
Strength for the day.

He has not promised,
Sun without rain,
Joy without sorrow,
And peace without pain.
He has promised,
Grace for trials,
Unfailing sympathy,
Help from above,
And undying love.

I agree that Corona is dangerous,
But it’s not his fault.
We have committed crimes,horrendous,
And this is his way to put it at a halt.

Who is He you ask!
He is God.
A poor man’s riches,
A sad man’s joy,
A crippled man’s legs,
And blind man’s eyes.

He is God.
A foolish man’s wisdom,
An insane man’s sanity,
And a dead man’s life.

With DNA so complex,
And perfection of design,
An universal intelligence,
Exists that is divine.

You will know of his spirit,
You do have a soul,
You will learn the truth,
And there will be more than death in a hole.

-Sia Savla.

An artist dies twice – once when he stops creating,and other when he actually does.Truth be told, the first is more painful.

Lines,shapes,and colour,
Are elements of Art.
Texture ,space,and value,
That’s where she starts.

Day and night, she only dreamt,
Of the different things she would do,
And now that she knew her strength,
Her art would never stop,and neither would you.

The galaxy,the planets,and the milky way,
Was always her fascination,
Just thinking about painting it,
Made her sway.

She remembers the day ,
When she met an artist,
The one who made her passion stay.
She remembers his attitude,
And his love for art till this day.

She had told him he was talented,
And his answer had taken her by surprise.
He slowly stopped his artist’s bid,
And looked I to her innocent eyes.
“Thank you for the compliment,
I don’t want to be a jerk,
But you need to understand this statement,
That talent comes from doing work.”
His this one statement,
Had turned her thoughts upside down,
She looked deep within herself,
And found the art,that she now wears like a crown.

She would hear her art speak to her,
Telling her that she’s doing great.
“I am your vision,your passion,
Your impression of beauty.
This canvas is your stage,
As I perform for you.”

When she uses,
What’s she knows,
As an artist,
She will grow.

Everyday she moves her brush,
Everyday her hands trace,
Every oak,every human rush,
Every headstone,every face.

She understood now ,
What he meant,
When he said that people just cry.
She saw folks watching t.v.
As minutes and hours float by,
They would say she was pretty talented,
Admitting that they wouldn’t even try.

As old trees grew ring by ring,
Skill builds slowly year by year.
She would spend her days like magic coins,
Work,
And her talent would appear.

She now dreamed in watercolours,
Danced in blurred tones,
With every stroke she’d glide,
Like a little girl on a snow laden slide.

-Sia Savla.

Snow White,Cinderella,and Beauty and the Beast,
O those stories,What a feast!
But have you ever thought if it actually makes sense,
To make children read something so dense.

Have you ever read the actual tale?
Because I assure you ,you’d want to wail.
It’s not all rainbows and roses,
But all that it actually opposes.

Fairytale are supposed to be beautiful,
But here’s a reality check.
It doesn’t make imagination wonderful,
Not even by a speck.

If I was in a fairytale,
I don’t know what I’d do,
But one thing is certain,
I’d never wear glass shoes.

When I go to visit my Grandma,
I know that she lives far,
I wouldn’t cut through the woods at all,
Instead I’d drive in a car.

And can someone please tell me how,
All princesses speak the ‘Animal’?
I know it’s for children,
But why make them think it’s possible?

Belle was supposed to be smart,
And not insane.
Then how the hell did she fall in love with her kidnapper,
Even when he had a mane?
I know you’d say it’s a teaching,
But I don’t think so.
Instead it’s so misleading,
Cause Stockholm Syndrome, Hello!

As a mermaid I’d be willing to give up some things,
Especially if the boy was real sweet,
But you’ve got to be kidding me,
My voice, for a pair of feet!

If fairytales teach us things,
Like not to judge a book by the cover,
Then to meet Prince Charming,
Why did Cinderella need a makeover?

In a fairytale, a kiss is the cure,
Oh that’s so sweet you say,
But are you sure?
In Snow White , a dead girl is kissed,
And honestly that makes me pissed.

So maybe I got you to see,
I guess for all its worth,
Fairy tales aren’t ready for me,
And I am better off ,here on Earth.

-Sia Savla.