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I am a new Internal Medicine Consultant. I have a passion for healing the sick, playing badminton and writing short stories and poems.

At 31 years of age, I am still eligible. I have always asked why love has eluded me. But, I am not really interested in finding

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Trees: 18 of 249
Why did the autumn leaves fall to the ground, as the winds slowly breathe out life from the leaves? The old tree is getting older as time ticks and tocks it down. Another leaf falls. Memories shared were lost. Somewhere within, I felt a deep sigh of hope That the leaves will sprout again from the branches and twigs of the ol... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Out West: 8 of 80
The setting sun I Waking up at a rooster's call, in sync with the universal clock. mid noon was directly above, out west, the evening whispers. II Headed to greet a fortune foretold, in the valley of a lonesome bend. Moments spend eternity to unravel, fearless farewells beyond cumulus clouds. III Out west pledged a new horiz... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Summer: 15 of 125
I Scorching under the naked summer sun, I melt desperately, but willingly Abandoning the will to fight, from this hopeless and tiresome journey. II Tasting the salty and sour sweat, that lingered on my dry and rough lips Wiping away the dirt on my forehead, that was blown by the humid wind. III Quenching this thirst from the... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: In the forest: 4 of 27
(v.1) In the forest that we call a city, side by side we stand, my baby. There's a buzz of the cars down the street. There's a hum of people in our ears. (Chorus) As our hearts start to sing this melodious high. Our voices echo soundly through the night. Together we dance in a moonlit sky. our love is the fire that never die... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Redemption: 14 of 78
Cross Made out of wood, iron, or string, looked weary around the neck of any sinner. Dangled side to side as it swung, slipped, loosened, untwined from the Scapular. Scapular Embraced firmly to the old cross, slipped helplessly away. Squeezed out all the memories within, the old worn out fragile string. String Black as the h... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Waking up next to the one I love: 5 of 25
(v.1) I thought I was still dreaming, that I woke up by your side. These memories of last night, are oh, so vivid in my sight. (Chorus) I can't think of no other satisfaction, than waking up next to the one I love. To watch your body's shape from the sheets to greet you good morning with soft kisses. (Repeat Chorus) (v.2) Ho... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Being overwhelmed: 29 of 137
I I knew I was different, seeing things in the light. The stream upon me nascent, shun primordial senses delight. II The miracles are easier to see With these God given eyes I see the truth too readily, others see them in disguise. III So, I entered the world of religion, this promise I made to Him. Tomorrow the kindly deaco... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Whispers: 7 of 33
I couldn't believe you suffered I don't understand why you cried I tired to fathom but to no avail It happened so fast, this time Why do you hide in whispers And conceal yourself with tears Stiffen your heart with anger You elude me, my dear You're hurt, you're broken But all of that pain is temporary You're silent now, then... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Closed doors: 4 of 16
Door There, the gloomy door stood in the dark where sorrows are lured. The doorknob seems to call passers-by closer. You'll see through the peephole, yet, darker. Light fades from this misty place, All stood still, but, the fireplace keeps the door locked inside, coldness remained on the darker side Your trembling cannot be ... More..
Creative Writing > Songs Songs: Destiny: 16 of 63
Chorus Are you and I just good friends? Or lovers are we waiting to happen? What happened then, is happening now. Could this be our destiny, somehow? (v.1) I saw you on the train way back then, just teenagers looking for ourselves. You said if we meet on this train someday, then, you and I were made for each other. (v.2) We ... More..