I love reading books and learning a lot. Now a days I have started scribbling down my thoughts and have written quite a few poems. I love to share these poems to all friends on Helium.

I feel poems are the best way to express the feelings of the heart.Whenever I am alone, I get lost in thoughts, and ideas emerge from nowhere. They are so irresistible that, I feel like jotting down everything. Since I don't carry a notebook with me, the cellphone notepad has been very useful for me.

Life is a challenge as well as a boon for me. Opportunities spring from nowhere. It was an accidental discovery, the discovery of helium by me. I used to frequent Bartleby.com for reading articles and never heard of helium, but at Bartleby they didn't present a way to interact. Here everything is perfect.

Each patient is a world of feeling, emotions and attitudes.Interacting with patients have brought out the poet and writer in me, and healing is at its best when every patient is looked upon in a new perspective.

I would love to hear more from you all.I need a mentor as I am just beginning my journey.

Contact me at: martin.jobin@gmail.com

Favorite quotes:

If opportunity doesn't knock at your door, find another door!

Think different, be different

My passion is ...

Learning and looking forward for oppurtunities.

I know too much about ...

Too much of nothing, but a little about healthcare and medicines

My parents always told me ...

Never expect too much, what matters is, are you happy!

My childhood ambition ...

To be a pilot.

My favorite memory ...

Earning my first cheque from google.

Why I write ...

To be happy.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Books on investing, developing memory,hypnotism,BMJ.

My first job ...

I hosted some puzzle websites.

My best moment ...

With my parents, brother, friends, lover and during my prayers.

My inspiration ...

Oppurtunities are abundant, t no one is looking forward to winning one.

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Anger

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Temper Tantrum

The little girl had nothing to do,
She was in safe confinement,
In the special room created for her,
Because she was a troublesome girl,
Fighting violently,bashing her head,
Against the wall,
Biting and kicking anyone within her sight,
For anything so trivial,
When , even her small requests were turned down,
By someone she trusted the most,

This was the way her they treated her,
For a girl aged four,she was so frail,
She was so tired even to cry,
Drained of all her energy and charm.

After being detained an hour or so,
They would grant her the much awaited freedom,
Which sh...

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