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    Originally posted by : @whitewings

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    No one actually cares
    until you're famous
    or dead.

    ©whitewings

  • empericus 260w

    Originally 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.

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    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

  • empericus 260w

    Originally posted by : @whitewings

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    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.

    ©whitewings

  • empericus 260w

    Originally posted by : @whitewings

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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

  • empericus 260w

    Originally posted by : @whitewings

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    My words,
    though strung together,
    are always lonely.
    Together they paint a beautiful picture.
    Alone they wither,
    just like me.

    ©whitewings

  • empericus 260w

    Originally posted by : @whitewings

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    "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

  • empericus 260w

    Originally posted by : @whitewings

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    Of everything I've lost
    I miss myself the most.

    ©whitewings

  • empericus 260w

    Originally posted by : @whitewings

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    I stopped swimming upstream
    a long time ago.
    Now like a dead fish,
    I just go with the flow.

    ©whitewings

  • empericus 260w

    Originally posted by : @whitewings

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    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

  • empericus 260w

    Originally posted by : @whitewings

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    But this stupid heart of mine,
    refuses to believe
    that you love diamonds
    while I'm a gravel and I can't shine.

    ©whitewings