death was much fun than living.

The sun shines brighter today; or maybe I have opened my eyes a little wider and a little alive. Was I dead for so long? Damn! It does feel like I have been gone for a long time. I stare at the beautiful sky from the depth of my grave, all the colors mingled together, …

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Nightmare.

The night falls. Thunder striking the sky, heavy rain pelting the brick roof of his lake house. He was shivering even in summer, the night was terrorizing for him. He walked into the kitchen to brew some coffee, he placed himself on the kitchen counter and scrolled through his phone when suddenly, . . . …

Drowned

I drowned.   I drowned like I had never before.   Lungs filled up to the brim.   I drowned like I never knew how to swim.   I let go of your hand & just stared.   Loosing myself in your gaze.   I drowned in the ocean of daze.   Unaware of the …

Abandoned

"Shh! Don't cry, I will protect you." She hushed up, little hiccups escaping her quivering lips; it was one of those nights when she saw her father beating her mum into a pulp. Her brother, Elias, holding her in his arms, trying to make her quiet or she would be the one getting punched too. Things …

Gone….

You broke my heart And claimed my soul Yet you are gone Like wind which never blew I tried holding on When other moved on You kicked me to the edge And watched me free fall Ripped our photos like memories Burned it into ashes like forest trees Yet you claim to be hurt When …

Why?

A thought crossed my mind, If the sun is so bright, Why it still gets masked at night. Why a melody only feels good, And not so much after some time. Why beauty is not constant, And why not everyone beholds it. Why life is not so perfect, And why we try to pretend it …

Tenure

Home is where the heart is; they say. I believe it. But as a med student I also know logically that heart is inside a membranous sheath called pericardium, then it is situated between the lungs and enclosed by the ribcage with a muscular layer on top. heart is surrounded and protected; well physically speaking, …

wondering life.

Sometimes I wonder if the rain is more enjoyable than the warmth of sun? If the daylight makes it more easier to forget or the deep slumber of night? If the city lights are soothing or the lantern and stars? If the simple taste of coffee can relax the uproar in my mind? If happiness …

med diary.

3 weeks into my gynaecology and obstetrics rotation. I am exhausted, firstly. I am learning, secondly. Exhausted because to be very honest, med school is tiring. It doesn't spare you any moment for yourself, it's always about how to be always energetic and vigilant with what you do. It's a place where a mistake could …

Tarnished Dreams.

Barely scarred or hurt, she was living perfectly. As perfect as she was taught to believe; but this caterpillar grew her wings. She was learning to fly like a butterfly she thought she was. She started understanding the world and her clique got reduced. Those with whom she used to dwell, made her life a …

Med Diary.

We take our first breath whilst crying, but our cry brings joy to our mother and the people who observe us taking our first breath. Overwhelming. A single word that clogs my mind when I think about my experience of being present during a delivery. 45 agonizing minutes of pain was something I saw a …

Prisoned by mind.

Breathless. Choking...... Gasping for air.... A claustrophobic soul in a carton box. Can't breathe.. Asking for help, but words are clogged in his throat. He needs somebody, someone.....Anyone. "One more day, once more, try again", he chanted in his mind; dragging the air back inside his lungs, relaxing his chest, coming up for breath and …

Mindful Mindless.

A lot of us, at this current time are struggling with different things and as much as we try to keep ourselves falling into the vortex of nothingness, we do fall once or twice. And from that dark pit, emerging becomes such a dreadful experience and there seems no hope. It almost like we are going …

Humanity dies.

With big doe eyes, He looks up to the sky, Hands raised and he sighs, Blood oozing from his thigh, A prayer forming in his mind, He is too tired to sit upright, His murmurs are of good-byes, And with last prayer escaping his lips...he dies. Story of a Syrian boy.    

Believe….

What is a believer? One who follows religion? One who believes in God? "Yes". Indeed that's who a believer is. But a believer is much more than that too; the one who believes that love exist, the one who believes the stars exist, the one who believes that we are mud sculptures, the one who …

I miss him.

The last night he spent on earth, he advised his youngest son to take care of his mother, and ordered his wife not to let go of the house helper. He prayed in the morning one last time and his soul departed from the earth. Seventy years, that's all he spent on this planet. The …

Let go.

Put a lid on it, Smile and nod your head, Agree to all bull-crap, Don't say a thing.. Bottle it up. Babe that's enough. Lean on air, You will come up, Suffocation, time is up! Now unseal your lips, Speak your mind, Unload, unleash and stretch, Look at the dipper, Make a wish, Breath fuller, …