My Friends..how much I miss you guys..

I really wish I had my friends,
at just an arms distance right now,
so I could just hug them,
and cry my heart out.

Without having to reason,
Without having to give one,
Without posing the questions,
Having mine answered.

How much I miss that familiarity,
That feeling of being a family,
When a look would be a conversation,
An eye contact, a confirmation.

I really wish to cry on your shoulders,
for I know you would understand,
That everything doesnt need a reason;
Even when my tears just flow like sand.

I miss you guys so much! :(

When Doctors turn Patient

Often its the patients who woe,

About the ailments and much more.

The doctors, see the symptoms though,

And prescribe some medicines,

Telling one, not to feel low.

Often what surprises me,

Is their lack of sympathy,

Their utter immunity,

To the patients disabilities.

But when doctors turn patients,

Sometimes though few,

They realise what all,

The medicines really do.

The nausea, the tummy aches,

The reeling head, the troubles they make.

Then they slowly, begin to appreciate,

That all that patients do, is really not fake.

The patient just looks on,

Telling the doctor that it shall pass,

With experience can recommend,

A drug that shall soothe the uneasiness,  making it past.

Oh the poor doctors, shall sometimes

Put themselves in the patients shoes,

Even though that forces them,

To sometimes often visit the loos.

But don’t you worry doctor,

Its all in the game,

Its a give and take that is shared,

For the relation has a name! :)