Category POETRY

Tell me the place I go,
I am driving down there like it’s the only goal.
The goal and everything haunting my soul
My soul needs saving from drowning in this pool.
It is the pool of weights beneath my soul.
Beneath my soul are words unheard,
Hoping I feel safe when I finally fly off the cage.

Driving down the road where life feels safe,
Maybe I’ll meet one bird that would hold my hands,
A hand where I will feel free to release my soul.
They say “man gets no flowers till it’s time beneath.”
Now the wall is cracking, but they can’t even see underneath.
No! I won’t let ’em see the cracks, so I flash ’em smiles
’Tis smiles till I unpack these demons running miles.
If there’s God, let Him forgive the sins I’m driving to commit,
Like I’m sinning till I’ll sin no more.

If this is what life could bring,
Then I’m ready to sting.
I need somewhere to take my mistakes,
Firing up this engine that drives me away.
No, I wouldn’t want ’em to see the cracks,
So I drive down to God.
Let me feel safe in His hands.

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Let the world murmur as we walk,
Let them paint their stares with chalk.
Let the streets sneer their scorn,
Let’s make their scorn our fun.
Whatever the tide may be,
I’ll stick to you till the end of time.

Let the wind spiral its storms,
Let the trees lose their forms,
Let earthquake quake the earth.
I swear, all I’ve got is to stick to you.
I will stick to you till the end of time.

Even when the mountains rise like guards,
I will make it a shadow of rags.
Let rocks be thorns across our path
’Tis this one thing I’ve got to stick.
I’ll stick to you till the end of time.

You may fall while I break too,
You may fail countless times.
Even when your feet may fail you,
Even when the stars stop their shine,
And silence hovers our breaths
Still, I will stick to you.
I will stick to you till the end of time.

Let the river overflow its bank,
We drown or we drain.
Whether water takes or leaves,
I’ll let my lungs breathe their last for you.
I’ll let my bones lean where you fall.
Let death wait at the door
Still, I will stick to you.
I will stick to you till the end of time.

Like life gave me one duty:
To lean on your shoulder,
To stick beside your ashes.
Whatever life has to offer,
I swear, I will stick to you.
I will stick to you till the end of time.

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It is heavy upon me now,
I stare at the sun and the moonlight.
I stare at daylight,
I seek solace among the fig tree,
But the sun keeps withholding its smiles.

I stare at the world in its crowd,
Yet the crowd still feels like the desert.
I yearn for a soul to hear my silent screams,
I crave a soul to wrap around my shivering heart.
I ache for what’s absent,
Yet what I yearn for pulses within me.

I dance in the crowd that exposes my shadow.
I wobble in the noise of many silences.
I Look at the mirror like I’m a stranger.
I bear many scars like my second skin.
They say happiness is free,
They say my destiny is in my hands,
Yet these are priced beyond my reach.
How do I scale through so high walls?
Take me home, please, I need a savior.
Call me a savior.

Can’t you see a cracked vessel?
Can’t you hear the noise on the battleground?
Can’t you see the tears in the shimmering smiles?
The world seems insecure,
That I dare not shatter in front of watching eyes.

Are my yearnings valid?
But why isn’t it found on the shelf,
Yet it’s what I’ve got in stock
I need a savior
Not crowns of diamond,
Just a soul who sees.
One who sees beneath my breath.

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A Poem About Doctors, Burnout, and Sacrifice

Call Room Confession- Episode-Two

Yesterday night,
I walked into the call room,
not entirely excited.
This oath promised excitements
maybe yes, maybe not.

Did you see the collapsed young man?
Collapsed of UDGIB ulcer.
It was ulcer, not the kind caused by H. pylori.
H. pylori shifted the blame to my country’s cruelty.
It’s our leaders who stitched starvation.
Patients crowd into A&E like a social gathering.
I reached for my scrub like armor,
I flung on the stethoscope like a rosary,
to save the lives of crowded victims.

It had been over 72 hours
72 hours of tarry night and day,
like a marathon sprint through the valley of death.
Yes!! I now bear oxygen in my palms;
in my palms, I borrow breath for the dying souls.

Did you hear the sound of sirens like motorcades?
It was casualties that flooded in
human bodies torn open by reckless uniformed men.
They spray bullets like raindrops,
till it found the unarmed citizens.
Tell me, is hell worse than here?

And in all those stretches
all the bleeding,
I was breaking,
My breathing was fading.
On the outside, I wore a stethoscope,
while I forgot to pause.
I didn’t pause to listen to the music
the music of my own failing heart.
Until when my breath became air.

Don’t blame me.
Not for the tears I never cried.
Not for the birthdays I forgot.
Don’t blame me
for choosing to save
everyone
but me.

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I Blame Everything

Upon this hollow bed I sit
Mulling over the path we’ve hoofed
And the vanity night our body sled, sticking in
Yes we cruised moaning, squirting in pleasure
Should you have whispered into my ears
That your trust would walk out of the door
I would have found someone else

I blame the dancing birds
That perched upon my window dancing
Dancing to the sound of our rhythmic love
Without muttering to me
That I’d run out of love

I blame the shining stars and the moon
The moon that shone upon our bed
Watching every minute of our pleasure
Without a quick whisper, that love would depart

I blame the wind and the dancing trees
Who blew the chilly breeze
Breeze that freshened our skin
Every moment we sat out kissing
Yet could not echo into my ears
That it would shatter and chisel my heart

Yes I blame everything

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I grew in the mud
In the mud daily I stood
I stood in rags and dirt
Yes! In dirty rags without a shirt
Without a shirt I smiled at the future
My future and others whom I must suture

In this mud I have a clearer picture
Clearer picture of tomorrow
Yes! The tomorrow that forces me to smile
To smile in dirt and debt
The debt that I must surely pay.

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The dews were still drizzling,

The birds in their nest whispering.

Whispering in rhythm to the heart.

It’s a song 

A song spun from the fabric of the soul

At  5am.

Did you listen to the song.

It’s a song of loyalty

Not just solidarity

But friendship like a strong city

I want you to sing it to the world.

Tell them about the song.

Tell them of the morning,

When the birds were still in their nest.

Tell them the story in the song

The song you wrote

At  5am.

Did you play the song?

Did you decrypt the lyrics?

They’re not just words

They’re letters from soul to soul.

Did you ask your heart if it was true?

Or was it just a wave floating through?

Did you turn the music on?

Did you wear true friendship like a cloak?

Was it the song that turned you on

Or the sip

At  5am.

For every string that played

Was it for fun?

Or of trust?

Tell me,

Can I play them again

At  5am.

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ABOUT THE POEM

I wrote this poem at At  5am., a quiet moment when the world was still asleep, it’s a letter in the form of poetry, written to capture a friendship. Each line reflects on loyalty, trust, and that gentle music that true friendship sings in silence.

This is how it is, waking up early to feel a wave of emotion, a pull to connect with imaginary thoughts  in an empty space. You can call it a soulful morning poem about friendship, memory, and music. This poem asks: Did you feel it too? Was it just a moment, or something more enduring?

It was 9PM, my call had just begun,
The call room was silent.
The stethoscope was swinging like a pendulum.
Today is pediatrics.
The room was dim.
But then
A light.
A smile came like a radiant reflection.
It was from a little girl in her sick bed,
Smiling as though pain is pleasure,
As if fate had stitched her wounds.

“Hello,” I said, masking my surprise.
I saw hope in her eyes.
“Doctor, I don’t want to die.”
I reached out to her tiny hand,
I checked her chart
Leukemia in a severe stage.

It’s leukemia, but I couldn’t smell a hint of death.
Her spirit was stronger than any drug.
I held her hand
So small and light.
I told her, “Child, we’ll fight this fight.”
“God can heal,” I softly said.
Her smile was like the sun in a hospital bed.
That night, something changed in me,
Behind every drug, I should perch God in.

I became her dedicated physician.
She taught me strength beyond the charts,
She stitched her light into my heart.
Weeks wore on while I watched her wear her pain.
She wore those excruciating pains without a stain.
She’d say, “I’m winning, can’t you see?
God is healing through you, through me.”

The day she danced across the floor,
No tubes, no cords, like never before,
I knew hope had done its part
It healed not just blood, but every heart.

And still at night, when rounds begin,
I hear her voice, like violin:
“Doctor, you gave me wings to fly,
Hope is the reason I’m still alive.”
In my hand is a stethoscope of miracle.

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Don’t let me drift like a ghost in the wind,
These nights are storms that howl my name.
Madness once caged me

Now it sets me free,
I recall the war I waged with you,
A battle to bend and break you.

I fought to hold your fractured light,
Tried to cradle in your sins
But this snow devours me whole,
I’ve watched you shatter into every part of me
Ohhh! I surrender.

I surrender to your perfect crimes,
To the hands that sculpted my ruin.
Oh, all I want now is to wade in your sins,
Your soul has melted into mine
Ohhh, I surrender.

I would trade my wings for your chains,
Let this binding be our fate.
I’m coming home, through dusk and fire,
I’m returning by every step.
Hope I haven’t outrun time.

Hope I’m not late now?

Oh, let me be the hands that mend,
I will stitch the past with gold.
Spring will rise from all we buried,
I can’t loosen my grip on your perfect heart
I can’t,

 I won’t let go anymore.

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IT IS OVER, I QUIT.

I quit wearing this mask,
A mask of a shadow in a walking stance.
I wake to wear life like an ill-fitted cloak.
This pretense of survival is suffocating me,
So,
I quit.

Don’t ask me to hold the line any longer,
Here is the towel in my trembling hand.
I quit the weight of empty friendships,
Friendships that bring loneliness.
I quit grinding my bones into dust.
I quit inhaling exhaustion,
Smoking my soul into despair.
It’s over.

I walk away from longing unreturned,
From attraction met with disdain.
From your embrace of loneliness,
I will not step inside.
I quit deceiving myself with dreams
Dreams of “maybe.”

I quit climbing the tree of futility,
This tree of futility where its fruits are out of reach,
This tree where its branches crush my dreams.
I quit drinking the bitter dregs of despair,
Waking each dawn to a darker night.

I quit inhaling this smoke.
I quit searching for warmth in indifferent hearts.
I thought life would be a bed of roses,
But the thorns tore my skin.
I found myself drowning in the cup of my tears.
You know what?
I quit.

I quit viewing this mirror of lies,
This mirror that whisper “I’m less”
I won’t break myself into shreds
To atone for sins I never committed
Or even the ones I’ve committed.
I quit living for you. It’s for me now.
This towel I throw is soaked in regret.
Let it fall.
Let me fall.
As I quit.

No more tears shed in the dark.
No more beating this weary heart.
I quit carrying this ghost
The ghost that whispers defeat.

I will go.
Find myself among flowers,
Among trees that stand tall without permission.
I will offer myself the kindness,
The kindness the world refused to give.

I quit this dance with procrastination,
A thief that stole my tomorrows.
I quit crying for those who never turned back.
I’ve learned the only thing I have is me.
This relationship, this charade, this ache
It is over.
You cannot stop me.
It is over. I quit.

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