Doodles of the Insane

He walked in like a king, as though he had nothing to lose. The mask of cheerfulness was ever present, like pinned to his face. God must have been pretty much tired, trying to peel that mask away from him. But he persisted and survived. “Survived” would be an underrated terminology to be used in his life, perhaps. Because, he didn't just survive, he is living it with zest.   Its been a long time, now. It should be at least a minimum of two years. The last time I saw him, he was finding it hard to stand on his own legs, literally. Now, he is walking and he hasn't stopped. He hasn't given up. He has held on to hope and faith in himself, probably. Meeting some people from the past can be such a refreshing thing, when you are stuck with a pseudo label of trauma.   So, this person must be a 40 year old male, who used to visit our surgery out patient department, in Thoothukudi Government Medical College Hospital. He was a type II diabetic and his foot ulcer neve

We are all in a race. Someone is running to you. Someone, away from you. And you are doing the same. Running towards some, and away from others. And there is someone   for everyone, in this race. Everyone is holding something very near to their hearts. Maybe that’s why they are running. To give it to that someone. To share it with the one. But that someone is everyone too. So do their hearts, hold on to. Everyone is trying to do the same. Give it to someone else. Life, after all, maybe   a glorified relay race. You pass the baton, someone receives it, runs away swiftly, and never looks back at you; But you are looking all the way, with your eyes fixed on them, wondering how they finish. But someone's eyes have  always been on you, towards which, you were blind conveniently! So, in this race, do the givers really feel good? Or the receivers feel bad? Or is this even just and fair? What if we could

Dark and fearsome future, the veil revealed to you, ahead. Frail and stuttering venture, into the unknown, to be led. One step at a time, you tossed the dime, wishing for a wormhole, into an alter-dimension; But misled into a loophole, you are at your destiny’s mansion. You believed with a naivety. You loved with patience.   You lived on a loop. You dived with hope. You let your innocence survive, But, they thrived on your ignorance. How can occult optimism   win over persistent pessimism? Yet, you won with hands down, because you were a level beyond saving. And you thought you deserved this life, you were endowed with. The vicious cycle of pain and desperation, leaves you in a bubble of isolation. Because the wise, once told, metamorphosis, takes time, patience and sacrifice. So you believed in their prophecies and in your idiosyncrasies. So you crawled upside down  and crept inside your exiled bubble  as