Smiles of Lost Spirits

I can say alot

Complain alot.. and nag even more.. 

But why?! What for?! 

If you’re considered like a damned prop

To be used and emptied. 

Did you ever think that you found your solace..

Your being.. the other..

Oh my heart, the fools you pertake are forever endless..

Naîvity has even filed a complaint against you

Claiming to regain it’s freedom …

From collapsed soul, and fools like thyself..

Claiming love has done them fair.  

But bit by bit it has cleaned me out. 

Swept me beyond reach, left me astray

After a magnificent carnage.. vanished to exile.

Smile to other may be they’ll smile back..

But boy, only a few do.. and somehow manage to flicker some light within me.. 

I am always lost, even if I know what I want.

Should I stop.. hold my spirit and drive along the abyss

Let it roam shabby and frozen till it hits home no more..

Ohh lord I have the faintest of hearts.. have more mercy on its beats.. 

For sometimes hearing a voice can change a day.. 

Strike some hope on an abandoned shore. 

Where waves of sound cradle your ears as waves tickle your feet..

Hugging your senses back into reason

Shaking you hard you might skip a beat. 

Or sometimes forget to breathe

As the air grows heavier but lighter to feel

All I need is a touch, a word or a glimpse

Of a redeemed heart.. a glance of a chance.. 

A feeling of wonder. 

An infinite tenderness, to caress, to faness and protest

The silence, the distance and the fortress

Of the non chalant, arrogant and innocent babies.. 

Hidden so well in the shapes of men.. 

Should love speak, it will confess…

Its surrender and regret..

For I have shamed its arrows and unwired its strings. 

Falling, accumulating and congesting the priviledged ..

May smiles redeem your soul, and may laughter sail you home

May the words strike the goal..

Freeing the lost shabby and frozen spirit 

To start dancing on your song..

May your voice elate

Your glance emancipate 

And your heart regenerate..

Your soulful, lenient, soft and tender hearts.. 

To embrace the free spirited and guide it home..

The home within this soul..

The home to free this other soul.. 

The home for the free spirits of love dancing along..

Relinquished, renovated and surely revamped. 



I send you my hellos and my missings escort,
My mind is in true vain in need of you,

My heart pains with the thought of you…

Thus; cravings are sent to ever witness the nearness of you. 

20 Realities Of Med School That Nobody Warns You About

Truth and absolute facts

Thought Catalog


1. You no longer bat an eyelash at telling random strangers to take their clothes off.

2. You’ve also seen your classmates in various states of undress.

3. You learn to recognize the smell of burnt human flesh during surgery.

4. You will have diagnosed yourself with at least 4 different life-threatening conditions and 2 psychiatric ones by the end of second year.

5. Nobody respects you in the hospital – not the doctors, not the nurses.  The only respect you might get is from pre-meds who don’t know any better.  If you’re lucky.

6. It will take you 10 minutes to do what your resident can do in 2 min. 8 of those minutes will be you sweating over which vein to cannulate.    

7. You will compliment at least one patient on their veins.

8. Your choice of dinner conversation will be constantly…

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My Calling To You…

I jump and leap to the thought of you, to every little thing that reminds of you..

A silent laugh, a dreadful grunt or a sobbing sigh, I feel it.

Although I don’t dare and say much but I see you..

My smiles, nods and glares are for you, calling to you,

To investigate a lost soul among the ashes of the human mundane

Looking to build a shiny figure in the company of your soul to endeavour

The sweetness that life pertains

Although my words are much too much on most occasions but boy they give a lot

They hand you my strengths and my weaknesses, my visions, my dreams, my blind spots, and my deafening heart, that continues to beat till it silences the screams of despair that are have made me hollow..

I creep to you, in the night, to reach for your soft of hearts, your kind of words, the face of your last of faces… to feel secure

I call and I reach and I creep yet I leap with little to be found and nothing to be vowed,

But I still sleep, so I can wake up with more smiles to unbroken, laughs to be unspoken and may be feel grief tracing away so my spirit can jump free in Desiree..

For I am a happy spirit, locked in a world of loopy thoughts

Excuse me sir; but I heard you have my key

Can your heart unlock me free?!

The 3 Love Types: How To Identify Your Love Type And Find The Right Partner

Thought Catalog


I often talk about what I call the 4 pillars of the good life. Those are wealth, health, love, and happiness. Getting these things right, I believe, is the key to living a long and fruitful life. I do believe that one of them is more important than the rest. If you don’t get the relationship and social aspect of life down, it really wont matter much if you have the other three right. As human beings we are wired for connection, we crave it, and it is essential part of our being. It is no coincidence that people who are depressed often feel separate from the world. Today I am going to go into the specific area of romantic relationships.

I have not been the most careful about selecting the women that I have been with. Sometimes it was a matter of convenience, and other times it was…

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The Water within Us

Water flows
Over us, within us and all through
We are in our own emotional slump
From the interchangeable auras we encounter
Water is vitality
But when our feelings keep wavering
In Layers so thin it cracks..
As we’re gasping for air to breathe
Along the bright lights and sparkles of these haunted waves
Come and fast they go
Surrender; then
To the calmness before
Storms pour
And we fade among the slumps, as we’re washed again through and through
To survive

Deciphering New Dawns…

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “New Dawn.”

What does the new dawn means to us? ..

How often do we witness this enticing phenomenon? Not enough, I think.

It used to be an almost impossible idea for me to sit and watch the sun rise, but given my torrid job hours I saw it happen a few times. During each, I was mesmerized even more than the previous one. This drastic change from the black of night to the light of day has this magnificent way to wash me thoroughly in some majestic way I can’t seem to put into words.

I have even put some guidelines after my first new dawns, to make sure I witness a new dawn every six months, because it is cleansing, but sad for it means another day has passed, but a new day has come. Most my new dawn encounters were late nights, wither pondering and deciphering thoughts or working jumping to relieve one patient so I can see the next one. It almost always had me emancipated, relieved and satisfied some how drawing a huge smile on my face.

Although I am not abiding by my recommended rule to watch a new dawn every 6 months or every while, it is therapeutic in some way.

Others might disagree, as new dawns can be interpreted in many different ways, be it whatever new dawns can intricate a new positive change or modification we must deal with, so go ahead and dive through it and may the end be as bright as day light.