Sunshine Warrier

  “The equilibrium that people see in me is really an illusion. I am as flawed as anyone. It’s only that I seem to have the knack of hiding.” ― Erich Segal, Doctors Remembering fondly one of the most compelling quotes from one of the most favorite books of mine - Doctors by Erich Segal weaves a tale of friendship, love, lust, patience, hardships, and endurance. Writing with all the passion of ‘Love Story’ and the power of ‘The Class’, Erich Segal sweeps us into the lives of the Harvard Medical School's class of 1962. His stunning novel reveals the making of doctors - what makes them tick, scheme, hurt…and love. At the heart of the story is the unforgettable relationship between Barney Livingston and Laura Castellano. Childhood friends who embark upon a journey of becoming doctors and being doctors. They separately find unsettling fame and unsatisfying love, until their friendship ripens into passion. Yet even their devotion to each other, and their medical gifts may not be enoug...

  It was a day; or was it a night? I knew not, for it was Dark all around me. I was drowned in darkness, the whole of me But my enlightened soul Saw through my darkness. Books, I could not see But the wisdom in them was not far from me. I could not but accept That flowers exist Pretty flowers tossing their heads in merry dance. Indeed is a sight by itself. It is not for an year or two That my eyes have prayed For a streak of light; May it be for a moment or two! Never a day came , in all my 80 years My eyes could feast upon those wonders on earth That the world hails out so loud. Was it some force unknown? Untold? but strongly felt. Seasons flew past me One after the other None of them cared for me, till A destined spring on ALMIGHTY’S command Took a peep at me. My heart fluttered one day I remember the day in black Doctors, hospitals, nurses, tears and prayers… A day or two passed, Unconscious But the third, gave me That moment I caressed with my life. I opened my eyes t...

  In or Out? I ask myself, come every night. I gaze at the stars, oh, so bright Painting a pretty sight. The bars are true, bold, and black Staring back at me, cold and stark. Gone are the days when I could park My shadow, in or out of bars, once dark. When the sun comes back After a full night’s nap, And gates I see, the unkind lark Nature’s way of leaving the right track. In or Out? I ask myself, come every light. Behind the bars, beneath the blue Flooding my heart with hope.