The misadventures of a part night owl, part cow in the space and time continuum of medicine and life. We have just recently finished the Neuropatho.

We write because we want to, there is something inside us that urges us to pick up pen, brush or something else to express our inner expressions.

Readers are Leaders and Leaders are Readers! Tuesday, August 27, 2013. Does it really matter? I finished a chips packet the other day, walking on the road and searched for a dustbin to throw the empty packet. So much waste being dumped there already was exactly the reason for me NOT to throw the packet too! My little cousin served extra food the other day at a function and wasted the whole thing.

Between the Conception and the Creation, Between the Emotion and the Response, Falls the Shadow Thomas Stearns Eliot, The Hollow Men. Should I ask him in? I will miss evenings like these. I made a wish to. Sky was thick with black clouds.

Throwing words around to see where they land. 2nd week is a go. Make sure to use stumbleupon to make this work. Ok copy the link to whatever poem you want. It does work better if you just posted it today. You could repost one if you want to get around that. Just click on the add your link button below. Put your name in the pop up and paste in your link.

A new poem is up. Please let me know what you think. Icy wind is all I feel inside of me. Burned from the frost incasing my heart. Night has come eternal and I can not get free. Cold is the door that is frozen shut. Icy the knob that turns no more. Walls slick white, frosted paint. Clear as glass; the icy floor. Gardens of flowers once bloomed so bright.

For the recomposition, I started to think deep about my nation, about its story and glory, from its history to geography, everything I thought about it. I imagined that I was travelling its pages of history. And finally,I am going to republish my poem soon. I am very happy that I am an Indian. Wow! Truly my nation is incredible.

I crawled to you last night, broken and lost,. Tearful eyes, my soul bladed, criss crossed. No place else to hide, distorted thoughts,. No want to be, the life in me dwarfed. I stumbled, I struggled, I fell into your arms,. My life in your hands, my tears in your palms. You brushed off hair across my face,. I died in your arms, woken up by your embrace. Middle of the night, I had no track of time. I woke up to your voice, calming, sublime. You fed me love, you fed me your care,.