Killer

An irresistible force drew her, she had made her pick

She was drawn to it, like it was magnetic

Mental peace was all that she did seek

Gilded is the tomb, but there are worms underneath

How could something this right be so wrong?

One small puff and to it she belonged

She never let go like a mother clinging to her child

Whatever happened to an innocent soul so mild?

The barrow was running smoothly till the wheels came off

The deep craving for oxygen, it started as a cough.

It might have seemed like a matter sitting on the fence

But when the cancer starts, it's of little consequence.

She knew that it was a habit to escape from the darkness.

But why didn't she realize she was running toward the wilderness?

There is no obvious answer to every question

She sighed as her life reached it's final destination. 

Miss Supercilious

Her long hair danced behind her back as she walked down the corridors of the hospital, her gait, almost regal. She stood next to her colleague, and almost barked out orders her voice dripping with disdain. Not that she was senior to him in any way but that would be what a regular bystander would assume. Her face masked not an iota of arrogance that she exuded, her chin up, her aquiline nose giving her a royal look. She was not popular for everyone knew of her vain personality, and even talked about it behind her back. But being narcissistic as she was, she didn't have the slightest idea. To her, the world was her playground and the people, her players. It mattered not what others thought as long as they did as they were told. She wasn't unattractive going by her looks, but her sheer haughtiness served as deterrent to the fragile male egos not used to being bossed around...

Yes she was who she was and rather proud of it too.

~Purple Mist

PS:  This description is based on someone I know in real life.

PPS : There was a conscious effort on my part to use all the synonyms of arrogance. Couldn't help it but the person who inspired me to write this post had to be described this way, she's something of a conceited bitch! :)

Wanderer

  

Wandering through a forest haunted

I listen to the crackling leaves

Hoping that a spirit like minded

will emerge from the trees.

Beneath the storm gathering clouds

A whispering voice threw out a challenge

wanting a resolve far more than an ounce, 

what cowards softly refer to as courage..

I ran blindly through the dense thicket

Searching in vain for an unknown saviour

The life in me drains out bit by bit

And in a flash, there lies the answer!

Foolish was I to underestimate my strength

For the darkness to be quelled till eternity

There is just one, just one such friend

who will save my life and that is none but ME.

~Purple Mist

Life of a medico

All medicos who can relate with this say aye!

Changes on facebook

Just logged into Facebook and saw so many changes. There's a column at the right hand side that lets you track everything that's going on in everyone's life, like a score update. Next thing we know, there will be a second-by-second update about- Twwhbh wyfwvt' has just farted... 'Hgdv Yfdcf' visited a porn site... Come on.. Life isn't so interesting to make each and every detail public! Yes, Facebook lets us connect with long lost friends and let's us have fun and share a few bits of our life with the people that matter. But Mark Zuckerberg has taken things too far this time. We don't want to know when a school friend sneezed or when a colleague at work took a Crocin for his headache. Do we make that clear, Mr. Zuckerberg?

Misty eyes

A smile like the sunrise

A walk like a tiptoeing doe

A word best unspoken

Not that you'll ever know.

Like a stormy night

on the sands of the sea

Like a candle in the gloom

A flickering hope does flee.

Like the winding twilight

on the day of the full moon

I await your presence

but I know it's too soon.

Like the stars that twinkle

on a cloudless night

I make a quiet vow

not to let you know this time.

Like the silence of the woods

is your response to me

Like the misty eyes of solitude

I await the end of infinity.

The other day  I was chatting with a close friend and she mentioned that I tend to 'hate' a lot of things. I thought about it, and boy, is she right! My 'hates' could fill a whole book 3 inches thick! Here are a few items that would definitely make it into that book..

Heights, cockroaches, shallow people, people who speak like loudspeakers in public areas, people who drink, people who smoke, Non Veg food, bedbugs, night calls, senior residents at my hospital, cheats, people who cheat on their partners, Anatomy as a subject in first year of MBBS, Microbiology, arrogant surgeons, the smell of sandalwood, Mumbai's masala dosas, Bengaluru's traffic, a few professors from my MBBS days, most professors from my PG days, dominating people, headaches, fevers, coughs, colds, diarrhoeas, Sunday and holiday calls, blood donation drives (as a donor pricker only, not otherwise), people who assume their Sundays are more important than yours, loud music and drums of processions, crowds, crackers during Diwali, Shahrukh movies, Salman movies, rap music, Kevin Pietersen, Britney Spears, Charlie Sheen, reality TV, MTV Roadies, the smell of sewage, abortions....

Whew!! Did you really read all of this ?! Hope you don't hate me for this post;)

~Purple Mist

Dreams and Destiny

I have been in Mumbai for more than 5 months now, well past the homesickness stage. It's the time when I can now think clearly if this was what I wanted to be and more importantly if this was the place in which I wanted to be.. The answer is still uncertain, if this was an MCQ question, I would have certainly marked the option 'none of the above!' But life ain't so simple and there is never a vague option, but always a regretted decision!

When I was a kid, whenever people asked me what I wanted to be, I always said, "Doctor!" And the wise elders would nod their heads in appreciation. But deep inside I knew... Medical Science had never held my fascination. I wanted to be.. A scientist discovering new alternatives to petroleum and plastic! A librarian surrounded by books! An environmentalist saving the world! A Nobel prize winner! But then I became...

A doctor.

Yes, I am in a field which I had no interest in, but somehow have gotten used to the vagaries of medical life. I do not claim to be the most passionate doctor around, but I know I'm a good one. Do I regret my decision ? Some times.. No, many times. I am pretty sure you haven't met too many doctors who regret being who they are or what they do. But the species in point does exist, for I am a shining example.

Sometimes dreams don't come true, destiny does.

There's a reason..

There's a reason...

Why a crisp green leaf

has to turn yellow.

A reason why, a firefly

cannot see it's tomorrow.

There's a reason..

Why a poor man sleeps

without a roof over his head

A reason why, the cloudy sky

awaits a rainy day instead.

There's a reason..

Why the birdie sings

as he begins his day

A reason why, a mere goodbye

sends a tear drop on it's way

.

There's a reason..

Why the mighty wind

throws close all the doors.

A reason why, this heart of mine

can never fully be yours.