Miraquill
No one actually cares
until you're famous
or dead.
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empericus
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Read MoreOriginally posted by : @whitewings
I wanted to write something about Medicine. About being a doctor. I don't intend to glorify the profession. Just a thought I got in the operation theatre, while assisting on a lengthy surgery. Sorry, coz this one is high on medical terms, though I tried to keep them minimum.Doctors are strange.
People beyond anybody's comprehension.
Trying to change,
A stranger's health and it's dimensions.
Everyday I see,
doctors with their fingers
dipped into people's mucus, urine, vomitus.
And sometimes bile, pus and blood.
Cleaning your infected wounds,
We continue to treat your bruise.
Hands into your orifices.
we search for biological cues.
Then we run late night shifts,
with eyes red, over lack of sleep.
Still puncturing your veins
and putting in tubes and drains.
Standing for hours in surgery.
Operating even on people with HIV.
Breathing in your TB
while trying to heal your pathology.
A single needle prick
to a single infected breath,
anything can cost our lives
at any single instant.
But still, we run.
Through hospital corridors
and blood stained floors.
Attaching the ventilator,
charging the defibrillator.
I mean, who does that.
Drowning your youth,
into thick, finely printed books.
Learning to manage scalpels and needles.
Not to forget, the endless drug tables.
I do not say all this,
for I want some return.
I just want people to know,
being a doctor is not fun.
Don't put us next to God.
We're humans like you.
Trying to help you through
a battle, that needs to be fought.
We'd hold the swords of death,
with our own bare hands.
No matter if we bleed.
Your wounds we'll try our best to heal.
©whitewings -
Friends are important in life.
They make breathing worthwhile.
A moment without them
and a million deaths I die.
But alas! in humans,
a friend I couldn't find.
So I befriended
empty walls and silent nights.
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After residing in the same town for years,
she packed her bags one day
and sneaked out at night,
from the dark town of fears.
After running for several days
without rest or pause.
She found a new secluded town,
free from worldly flaws.
In it she found,
her own little cottage and lawn.
And finally, she was happy,
planting flowers.
Spending evenings on the porch
smelling the rain,
reading a book, watching the shower.
Then one fine day, a visitor knocked.
"May I have a glass of water?
I feel I am lost."
She hesitated but agreed.
Helped this guy in need.
Tired as he was,
he fell asleep after the feed.
Bewildered, she left him on the porch to sleep.
Next morning,
she woke up to see him mowing the lawn.
All dishes had been done
and curtains drawn.
He asked if he could stay for a while
Until his friends
could search him and find.
She's not sure, what stopped her
and she couldn't deny.
So he started to live
in the outhouse he devised.
Weeks passed
and a friendly bond was formed.
He shared his experiences
and told about his town.
She was talking to a human,
after ages it seemed.
In one such deep conversation,
her fears and secrets she revealed.
Things did remain pretty normal even then.
This friendship seemed to be going so well.
Then one day, as she returned from work.
She saw her house ruined and wrecked.
Through the back door she saw,
people from the old town of fear,
ravaging her rooms
and throwing her things here and there.
And amongst those men,
she saw her stranger friend.
And her heart sank to the ocean's end.
Everything was suddenly clear somehow.
The laughs, the tears...
The helping hand that was here,
was actually here,
to shred her like a spear.
And once again,
she had to run away from this town.
In search of some place safe and sound.
But years later, she's still running.
No where to stop, no place to go.
She still regrets letting him in.
And now she learned,
that helping too, can be a sin.
©whitewings -
My words,
though strung together,
are always lonely.
Together they paint a beautiful picture.
Alone they wither,
just like me.
©whitewings -
"I don't trust anybody."
"Not even me?"
"Why would you be an oddity?"
"Because I love you."
"That's the reason I trust you the least."
©whitewings -
Of everything I've lost
I miss myself the most.
©whitewings -
I stopped swimming upstream
a long time ago.
Now like a dead fish,
I just go with the flow.
©whitewings -
I'm not angry at you, I'm not mad.
I know that's a right, I've never had.
I'm just hurt. But I won't say.
Coz it won't make a difference anyway.
©whitewings -
But this stupid heart of mine,
refuses to believe
that you love diamonds
while I'm a gravel and I can't shine.
©whitewings
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thebhavnasaxena
156w
Read MoreSometimes we need to look back, so we can appreciate how far we have come and how we have found strength that we never knew we had in ourselves.
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There is poetry in life itself,
Look at you, you who were
So used to hiding your scars,
Look at all the way you have
Travelled to come this far, look
At the ocean you have become,
When you thought of yourself as
Only a droplet on the face of the
Earth that the hands of time would
Wipe away, look how beautifully your
Scars have aligned, to make you a
Masterpiece, there is a strength that lies
In the cracks of your being, you are a
Poem written on the sands that lie by
The ocean, and the way you rewrite yourself
Each time the waves crash upon you, that is
Your eternal strength and your immortal beauty.
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thebhavnasaxena
156w
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Stepping out of our own comfort zone is the start to achieving our own greatness.
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You could be the most majestic
Ship ever built, but you will only
Be laid to waste if you only wait
For the wind to turn in your favour,
You could be the most fearless
Conquerer the world would ever know,
But if you never make it out of the walls
Of your own palace, you will be easily
Brushed off the pages of history, the
Journey to the top of the world begins
With the first step, with courage hand
In hand, courage that is only a small
Whisper saying I can, and I will.
©thebhavnasaxena -
whitewings
155w
Read MoreIt all crumbles...
the castle of wisdom,
the kingdom of knowledge.
Gifted skills...
Accumulated wealth.
Death... In it's face...
is the only reality.
It knows no mercy.
It knows no partiality.
A single breath doesn't reach right...
and it all ends...
then and there.
©whitewingsA single breath doesn't reach right...
and it all ends...
then and there.
©whitewings -
laconicutterance
155w
Read MoreIt's complex to see;
clarity in this world,
the sky's messed
and so is my
world;
Blue down the way ;
high above the waves,
its so much hard to
walk through these
days.
Yellow's shining, with
each new beginning
but my head's still dark
with the tales of
past.
Green coils the leaves,
and dust shadows my
dreams, I drown down
with the sunsets,
waking beside the
demons I
take.
©Sia
#writersnetwork
@writersnetworkmess;
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champagnesupernova
155w
third person.
some days the car
drives itself
home.
and from your journey
you only remember
fragments
that jutted out.
they still make
bright yellow cars.
the woman on the
side of the road
looked indescribably
famished.
and at that appetite
her child, by no means,
could be classified a
human offspring.
the father,
describably absent.
faces continue
their drab journey on
vehicles with
shiny number
plates.
marching to the
quotidian alternating
of the traffic lights,
and the green always
hangs loose.
people have
somehow learnt
to move on
red now.
the road heats
up a mirage,
for the children
to roam
barefeet.
only time before one
cannot pick out skin
from coal, somehow
the same color
of my wheels.
on which
some days
the car drives itself
home.
©champagnesupernova -
Solitary Wanderer
O solitary wanderer, where do you reside?
In the dark caves of the heart
Or the dense alleys of the mind?
Do you long for the return?
Of a long lost friend of yours
Who has been abandoned by the destiny?
Do you believe in love?
Or just an infatuation of your beloved
Is your only solace?
Do you remain cloistered?
Or bare open your self
To the unknown world?
Do you weep wearily?
Just as the world does
When nights are longer and days are cold.
When thicket of sadness encompasses the world.
Or do you just walk past?
©sanjanaganguly -
thebhavnasaxena
158w
Light
One day, our demons would go
To sleep side by side, and as we
Come out of hell hand in hand,
We will show each other how
The light that we were hoping
To find at the end of the tunnel
Was in our hearts all along.
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thebhavnasaxena
158w
Way
In the graveyard where I keep
All those girls buried, the girls
Who were me once upon a time,
I go there sometimes, and I sit
In the soft moonlight to open
My heart like a dam breaking
Under all the flood of emotions
It has contained within its walls,
I ask them questions I don't dare
To voice aloud, what do I do when
All my blessings start to feel like
Curses, what do I do when I see
The future as a sea of unknown
Hurling itself towards me and I
Am tossed into a galaxy of chaos
Like a paperboat; their ghosts tell me
To put one foot in front of the other,
Regardless of whether it is land, sea or
Sky that I see beneath my feet, they tell me,
It doesn't matter how much fear claws at me,
Once I start walking, my way would appear.
©thebhavnasaxena -
thebhavnasaxena
158w
Wish
Is it pathetic to wish for love?
I don't know, all I know is that
Some days I wish for an embrace
To run into after I have had a bad,
Bad day, is it so terrible to wish for
Love, because on some nights when
Sleep eludes my tired eyes, I wish for
A lullaby to rock my scared heart to sleep,
Maybe another heart beating next to mine,
So that I know, even if the morning sun is
Harsh, I will have a tender corner to return
To; I know how important it is to love oneself,
But is it so wretched to wish that maybe on the
Days when I fail to love myself and I go through
My days like a train wreck, somehow holding my
Fragments together, there will be someone
Whose love will pour into my cracks and hold
Me together, till I find my way back to my wings.
©thebhavnasaxena -
thebhavnasaxena
156w
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I think all of us need to hear this from time to time.
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This is not the first time you have
Fallen, this is not the last time you
Would fall, but a fall does not make
You a failure, unless you cannot find
It within yourself to haul yourself up,
No matter how bruised, it doesn't matter
How lost or damned you think you are;
A wise man once said, all sinners have
A future, so rise today, even if it takes
All that you have, you must rise because
The miracle lies, not with the angels that
Perch above the skies, but with those who
Can rise from any hell and claim their place
Above the skies.
©thebhavnasaxena
