Medicine: Year 1

God bless the broken road

I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn’t see how every sign pointed straight to you

Nothing registers when heart is healed. No pain, no nothing. There are pits in heart that palpitate at the slightest nudge. There are barriers in the soul that separate me from everyone. I pull on my gown and straighten my scarf. I wear my white coat and look in the mirror, Look bulky. But the face is bright and the smile is innocent. That is me. Look that is me.

Every long-lost dream led me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like Northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

I don’t care about the pain that is rooted deep in my body. I don’t care that cough and flu are stuck to me like German white glue. I have never felt so healed in my life. I go out, I meet a million different people. All with different psychologies and different auras. I drink the scenes of the big city. I feel the strange wind bringing news from my lost world. From the winds that seldom blow in my new world. Hidden and buried I am here. Look, its me

I think about the years I spent just passing through
I’d like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You’ve been there you understand
It’s all part of a grander plan that is coming true

Everyday I write dozens of pages. My hand flows swift and fast over my college journal. I love how everyone acknowledges me as a writer. I am not great in science, never was. But as I sit in my bus and write on a tiny notepad about something different or something so ordinary, heart feels like a tiny balloon swelling with light. And I can barely contain the pink reaching my cheeks. This is what friends do to me. This is what love does to me. This is what loneliness does to me. This is what revelation does to me. Look, its me

Now I’m just rolling home
Into my lover’s arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

My bed is next to a great person. Our Bubbly =D. A person brimming with positive energy. I have never felt so sucked to a person in my life. I seldom approach people to be my friends. But I love her aura. It is so healthy. So innocent. So beautiful. She’s so warm. Just like me. But I have bitter spots. I have a bitter past that taints my present at times. But I don’t see any bitterness in the colours of her soul. I am shy, I’ll never tell a person that I like him/her. In college I have friend whose aura is as clear as anything. Her persona drips with straightforwardness and true confidence. I know a person who hated me in first. But I respected her truth in not concealing it. I respected her, went deep into her psychology. Never retorted or paid back her sharp words. Found out why this was so. And yes, we’re great friends now. If not great, then good aye. I have my best friend in my room. I have a pack full of most amazing and rocking people I ever met

That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you.

And I’m loved too. Not lies this time

Life’s great. I am great.. walking on the boulevard of broken dreams I found my own way. Although Frost sighed when telling about his choice of the road less travelled by.. but I here thank my God for everything He did. Everything He does. If teachers like my face and don’t stop taking my viva even after half and hour,

It’s not His fault


(Title and lyrics: Bless the broken road by Rascal Flatts)

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