Glider

My heart leaps when I behold,

These mountains laying far and untold,

Come have I to glide over the sky,

but still have I a little fear to fly.

Practiced for this moment have I everyday,

Come here have I this very May,

When the flowers blossom and the trees whisper,

the wind a silent tune and the birds twitter,

Eyes of mine are full of tears,

For I have to lose all of my little fears.

My heart leaps when I behold,

These mountains laying far and untold.

It is time to glide over the sky,

It is time for me to fly.

The Dissection Hour

Standing around a table,

with hands that may wobble,

are some fine young lads,

with gloves are they clad.

What is happening may you think,

well it is the dissection hour on the brink,

with cadavers on their supine position,

and students that make a fine preposition.

Armed with knowledge and dissection kits,

these young lads with brains truly lit,

cut through the cadavers with all the precision they can muster,

and hide their mistakes with the help of some luster.

Like a statue stands the great skeleton,

a memorandum post-dissection,

students stand in awe at the museum,

for concepts are cleared with great visual-ism.

Guiding through are PG's and brilliant teachers,

mistakes though often leads to screeches,

Oh! The great hours of dissection,

which may seem to you as a matter of fiction.

But,the stories here are all true,
for a doctor must have even the finest clue,
to help the patient in every case,
so welcome to the anatomy lab,
   "Where the dead serves the living"

Heartfelt

The shifting gazes,
A mocking look,
Gale of the unknown,
As he traversed the creek.

Footpaths thought long lost,
Into the familiar he traveled,
One foot at a time,
Anticipation as his beat.

A house at a distance blurred,
As his eyes gave out,
Tears roll down his face,
His feet refusing to give.

Hope and confusion in the eyes,
Onwards he looks,
A  mother and child reflected,
Kindled in his soul of truth.

The handle turns,
As the light falls,
A woman is seen,
Sewing sweater in a corner.

'Mother' the man croaks,
His sound lost to the creek,
As if like a gurgling stream,
All that came was a quaking voice.

A head turns abrupt,
Shock reflected in the eyes,
A man at the doorstep,
Blurred due to the incoming light.

She saw a face once thought  lost,
Tears dealing rich,
One step at a time she took,
Hoping the Mirage was real.

She ran towards her son,
Holding her baby in her arms,
Hands running all through,
Looking at her child.

Words were naught as she looked,
Onto the war torned body of her son,
Scars criss crossed his body,
Revealing a tale of valor.

The mother and son stood at the doorway,
As twin stars in the celestial sky,
The morning mist seemed to creep in,
As they looked onwards at each other,

A true smile dawned on their faces,
Smiles reflected through the eyes,
Their life renewed with hope,
As their soul harbored at home.

~The Exorbitant Route ~

The pain of build up,
The pain of break,
Growing wild vines around,
An inescapable route.

You were once a pal,
Shoulder to shoulder,
Eye to eye,
Heart to heart,
And soul to soul,
Not a word uttered,
But even the classified within reach.

What went wrong?
Where did the drought strike,
A throbbing migraine you became,
A word uttered and pure murder,
Fight over fight,
Differences over and over again,
Not even one right,
All just wrong.

The strings tension grew weak,
Words beyond mend,
Torn apart and blazed in fire,
The sins singed by the devil,
Curse him. Ditch him. Hurt him,
Cried the nefarious being.

But beyond the darkness was the light,
There was sanity,
Pure clarity,
Mistakes done here and there
was to be amended,
Should be amended.

With a heart of hope and pure humanity,
A hand extended towards the dark,
Catching a hold of the yet to be hopeless one.

Cried and laughed did they over the silly mistakes,
Mending slowly what once was something glorious,
A sight of this
Oh! Would have been a tear in the eye,
For what beauty could go beyond this.

These mended beings now reflected light,
The very light that shone their eyes,
Ages past and lo behold there it is again,
A light that shone bright,
With a splendor of emotions.

At last one would feel a warmth in the heart,
For we are finally free,
For we are finally at home,
For we are finally at peace.

La Chirurgia Odessey

Dark clouds looming by,
Danger ready to pounce,
The heart stops beating,
Surgeons at the ready,
As life's visions pass by,
Incisions are made,
Accuracy at its tips,
And precision engraved to the soul.

That very fleeting moments of life,
Only persistence can sail through,
Life's by the thread,
Desperate codes and desperate people,
A daily chore of the surgeon,
Destiny's call for the patient,
O' surgeon it's your call,
Seize the soul and put it back,

Cut through and make wonder,
For one life can save another,
For that one life may be your
Savior!

Throbbing pulse and a returning beat,
Hope of a lost survivor,
Running past the hurricane of life,
Gasp.... The returning breath of life,
A miraculous recovery from the impending doom,
For the doctor it was just following protocol,
Oh well it was another successful surgery,
But outside was a different scene.

With clammy hands comes handshakes and bear hugs,
For the life has been saved,
The heavy hearts bloom with happiness,
For their life's have been saved,
Hail the doctor our savior says the patients family,
For in front of them was their savior,
A miracle maker when all hope was lost,
Oh doctor! Thou brilliance remain unchallenged!
A swish of your arm and a brilliant cure,
With grace,
With passion,
With love,
Do you work as a healer,
A miracle worker!

Stranded

On this bereft island am I stranded,
Unknown the path that led home,
The very home I despised once,
For the kraken had destroyed its shore.

Home sweet home you would think,
But my home far beyond here,
Waged war with the nature,
Slowly eroding it's very grace.

Said to be once a land of promise,
Of beauty and wisdom,
Of flourishing plants and animals,
And a relished beauty within.

Gracious was the joy,
Of every one in a bliss,
Until the dark shadows loomed above,
And the beast lurking within made its move.

Oh! The rising tides and the cracking grounds,
The puffing monster's of magma,
The sliding earth and the shots of lightning,
And the rising drought for the growth.

My very home was to be doomed,
But action in course was taken,
To make survive of what was left,
A battle soon ensued.

As if lamenting for the loss,
The people tried to make peace,
With the nature that it once thought lightly,
Which now lashed with fury.

Feeling sorry for the past,
Where once did people foresee such a future,
And warn with a cry for action,
For which an answer failed for reaction.

Oh! Well this very shadowed past,
Is full of sorrow,
But hope is a clue,
That I am clinging to.

Standing in this bereft island,
Of plastic and metal,
Feeling for the last nutrients of my land,
We travel to the future.

To the future,
That may hold a healthy land,
A healthy planet,
That we may hope to conserve.

Hello and Welcome!

Hey Guys! I am Aswin here. I would like to welcome each and every one of you to my very humble blog. I started this site on the premise of change and passion.
Well change because I right now am at that low point of life every other man or woman finds in their life. A low point where you are left with all your functions impaired. I currently don't know what to do with my life or why am I living. I am currently as everyone would say living the good life. I am under my parents shelter, living under their pay, studying in a reputed Medical college. People may say 'Hey man you are studying in a medical college, your life's set right'. Well no. This field and path is pretty much endless, daily work and studies has left me numb. I am a fanatic about books, but my subjects have made me numb and I am struggling. I needed solace and I turned to books (fictions). This has lead me as I see it, more astray and lazy. I flunked subjects and am depressed. People sympathize, but as I see it they do not see the core problem, heck i see it but I don't address it myself.
Anyways, that brings me to the second most important thing in my life 'passion'. There is a will to live in all and when it fades is that that person resolves to suicide. Well my passion is Martial arts, meditation, poetry and my inquisitive mind. Yes, I have so many passions. I see this world what I believe to be at a different shade than others. I see it as pure gameplay. The world is like an RPG where each person can interact with the next and so on. Man is a social animal and has the need to talk to one another but i find my solace in peace, stillness and observation. I have found the world to be predictable mostly and each personality, each individual to have their own charm. It may very well be probable that that led me to not interact as much, because I find that the answers are 'predictable' but you no that nature has variations and some give good surprises.
My passion for poetry is what majorly lead me to create this blog 'The Nirvanic Heart'. It means much to me. I hope that you will find it interesting, fun and inquisitive to read.
Until next time hope you guys do well,
Aswin