A Soul’s Requiem

You go deep…

Within yourself,

Catching grins,

Wiping tears,

Building bridges,

To connect your soul…


Collecting shells,

To reconquer,

The seams of your shore.

Awakening, seems adrift,

Holding on…

The shells redeemed,

The lost in the soul.

To rise and scream

Do you, as you

Be you, by you

Be great, by heart

Do kind, as thy mind

Will implode,

All the good; deep within.

Give more and live more…


The Excited Broken Heart

After the long battles that the heart has lost

There still remains some hope, merely due to the nature of the broken heart

An open, excited, kind and optimistic structure, which aches for love and flutters with excitment at the slightest surprise..

So joyful, it could fly, so grand it builds dreams with its endeavors; open doors and conquer mountains

Although, fearsome in almost evey move. Yet, it lives on embracing the experience..

The new conversations with old questions, the old scenarios with lame new contexts and unfamiliar faces..

The experience of new smiles and eccentric laughs just revives it..

It makes crave; the good of the journey. The bad, the untold, the unseen and the unfair.

Although, tears were shed and saddness once swept, it knew that it has more

More for the heart that vales it’s companion.

Longing for random conversations, of the nothings and the everything..

Just hopeful, excited and intrigued..

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. 

20 Realities Of Med School That Nobody Warns You About

Truth and absolute facts

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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

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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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