I love days like this
late day sunshine, early summer bliss.
The magnolia smells of home,
no matter how displaced
June breeze, calm and playful
your hand on my bare waist.

Sometimes I stare out beyond what I can see
and wonder who else has been.
Ancient southern trees
covered in spanish moss where leaves grow thin.
The night approaches
a lone rider with no name
the cover of darkness imposed
and fashions mystery just the same.

Growing restless in the thickness of heat
solstice tastes like sugar and a hidden moon
something mindless and indistinct.
Burning for as long as an eye can blink,
gentle little light of beetle make the way
know it could lead me somewhere far, far off
but here, I so wish to stay.

I'm at the park,
sitting on a bench.
Feeling a little tired,
cause' one day,
it's all gonna end.

The way the trees peacefully sway,
and the people around me,
sit and relax,
with a book in their hands.

The way the cars drive by,
and none of them honk.
The feeling of the sun on my skin,
making me gleam with joy.

One day,
I know it'll all fade.
So until then,
I think I'll rest,
waiting for another day,
where I'll smile again.

Never seen such a tempest by day
I guess some days prove special and different
Times when migraine clusters differently
I have experienced one, So I know

So I heard paracetamol helps
Even tried codeine just so to see
Having tried all these and more
I realized it's a bitter pill to take

Primary and secondary, some headaches belong to none
It's the stress and lows of life
Whether it be job, home, or people,
You just have to face head on

And here is my prescription for such times
Do the calms, defeat anxiety, then rest
If you doubt, here's what I'd say
I am but a doctor by day

If ever presented with a platter of choices
I shall choose a certain kind of calmness.
Unlike the one which holds leaves together before storm,
I choose the kind mingled on faces of ambulance drivers
Of my hometown.

The rain comes
down,                                                            ­                                  
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  making plinking
sounds,                                                          ­                                              
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forming puddles all
around,                                                          ­                        
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dark skies the
background                                                       ­                         
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I hold my face up,                                                              ­                 
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 put my hands like a
  cup,                                                          ­                            
                                                                ­                                                  
begin to let it fill
up                                                               ­                               
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Hold it up to my
lips                                                             ­                             
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with wet
fingertips                                                       ­                                       
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Nothing better than
this,                                                            ­                  
                                              ­                                                                 ­       
  a raindrops kiss