We were one…

Drenched in passion, a little drunk…
We arrived, we had survived…
The world was ours, finally…
The pre pg had died…

It was ours, the day…
Draped in triumph, elated…
AIIMS unfurled its wings…
Our very own, tryst with destiny…

The vision was soon blinded…
The joy crumbled out…
It wasn’t light, but a shadow…
It wasn’t a day but a night, all along…

It was tactful, surgical precision…
The dreams were not crushed, but cut neatly…
We didn’t want them to die…
So, we pushed them away…

Soon, we lived not to win…
The tiger was tamed…
The passion had dried, left alone…
AIIMS as we thought, was never our very own…

The smile we brought, now laughed at us…
Ah! My dear, we’ve been fooled…
We were not jokers, but doctors...
Or, so we thought!

Now, we laugh…aimlessly…
The darkness has engulfed, all that were WE…
Servants, traitors, slaves, all rolled in one…
We aren’t doctors any longer… BUT!
We were one…

book

Recently I have developed this urge of writing a book. I don’t know what has got onto me, but this sense of doing something different is growing ten to a dozen. As far as I remember, I was always inclined to write, whatever it may be, most of the times it was absolute crap, infact all the time it was crap. Probably, my current condition at work is responsible for this, or maybe I am actually tired of slogging it out in medicine. It’s a strange form of pleasure, whenever I imagine myself, sitting under a tree, with a gentle breeze caressing my cheeks, soothing every wound my heart has, every complaint I have against everything that has gone wrong.

Although I had always said, mostly as a joke that someday I’ll write a book, these words have suddenly acquired a sense of truth, a sense of absolute possibility. I think there is a lack of creativity in my life at present. There is nothing much to actually think about, and more than that, I am in one of my spiritualistic moods, trying to find happiness in empty spaces.

I wish that I figure out a good topic soon, and work on it; I believe that this time, I might actually write….. A hell lot about everything that has touched my life.