Love

A Stage Play by Samuel Dave

We all see, maybe even live, our own versions of reality.

You wanted a man. Now I'm yours, yours alone. Shakespeare was an intellectual. He observed life. And like everyone else he only saw what he wanted to see. You can look everywhere, but your perception is limited to who you are. He said that “Life ... is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing”. Well, if only he had my vision, he would know he's the fool he was talking about. It's insane, isn't it? Why we are here. Everyone lives something. Most people don't have the answers. They stay in their comfort zones fulfilling the needs they invented. They live in the boundaries of greed, lust, power and call it life. Is happiness enough? You can be happy forever if you'd make up your mind. But what does it signify? The truth exists. The answers are here, within the grasp of us. But one will have to go out of his way. And I've been there. The truth does nothing for me. I can be saved but I don't want to be saved. I want to live this insanity. There is no hope for me really. I am in love with the devil. And you have no intention of saving yourself. So let's say together "What the hell?". You know, they will make something beautiful of this. They always tell the beauty of love. Maybe it's the sole reason everyone has trouble believing it. They won't twist the facts. But they won't see the reality all the same. You never loved me. You never even loved yourself. Your soul is taken, and mine is given. Your lover, whom I have no interest in, may his soul rest in peace or burn in hell. I've forgotten how to care. Don't you love this? Maybe it's the opposite of love. Maybe it's love itself revealed inside out. I don't even know if I still love you. But I still need you to feed my insanity. There's no twisted logic. Only fools will try and make sense of it. This isn't about fate and destiny. It's an entirely different thing I call insanity.