Author Archives: Docpoet

I mourn for you, my patient who did not Make it out of the hospital, hard though you fought You had placed your trust in my judgment To give you the best outcome was my intent The risk-benefit ratio was favorable, I had explained The results of the treatment were good in my experience, IContinue reading “Loss..”

If you have an ingenious idea or a hack To share it with the world you do not lack An opportunity these days, as any skill however small Can be shared on social media for the benefit of all You can showcase any talent you possess You can obtain instantaneous success The kind of recognitionContinue reading “Social media the leveler”

(This poem was prompted by a Facebook post from a mother about how to talk to her preschooler about guns and shooting, and how her child had nightmares after she did so…. Unfortunately I have no answers) To you, young children, we want to profusely apologize For being unable to raise you in a societyContinue reading “Apology”

I spend a large part of my life mapping it out Careful planning is something I cannot do without There are responsibilities, and variables too many to consider before I take decisions big and small, I rely more and more On a calendar to ensure smooth passage of days Even when life derails plans inContinue reading “Unplanned”

Going off the grid sounded like a romantic notion But when I was off the grid, anxiety was my predominant emotion The reality of being unreachable appeared Unsettling at the least – I feared What would happen if there was a catastrophe And my family needed to reach me urgently Or if I had anContinue reading “Off the grid”

Why am I hypercharged at the end of the day Thoughts race through my mind, I cannot will them away All the events of the day seem to run Through my mind, it seems I have begun Yet another round where I replay The emotions I felt throughout the day I am excited, anxious orContinue reading “Sleep in Heavenly Peace”

(This poem more appropriately represents my American born child’s thoughts- I am the first generation immigrant) Even when they talk about kindness to self, the pressure is there Relentless; something of which you are constantly aware You know the American Dream you have to embody You know successful in traditional terms is the only wayContinue reading “That American Dream”

Let me wring them out from inside me Hang them to dry unabashedly All the monsters of self-doubt The negative self-talk I can do without Let me extract them from where they reside Deep in my psyche, where I have internalized All the admonitions and interruptions- that I hear That hold me back from action,Continue reading “Wash out the elements that hold you back”

Why is it that the most authentic story that dwells Within you is often the hardest to tell * All of us weave stories to make sense Of the world around us that we experience We blend the truth with our perception And this leads to the inception Of the many stories we conjure ToContinue reading “The story that should be told”

I start expressing my thoughts, then check again Are these thoughts truly mine or do they represent ideas ingrained Deep within by the society I grew up in With all its biases that I no longer believe in When I examine issues in greater depth I can see That I have no reason to trustContinue reading “Bias reduction”

Creative juices seem to flow invariably When I have no time to act on them, you see When I have ideas, there is no opportunity to save them anywhere From my short-term memory they drift away, leaving me unaware That they would not be retrievable on demand My memory is unreliable, I’ve come to understandContinue reading “When the creative juices don’t flow…”

A promise to myself I make That if, in the future, I break If I shatter into pieces myriad If I end up hurting bad From life’s vicissitudes- I shall carry a sliver of gratitude That would be the powdered gold Allowing myself to mold Broken parts of me into whole Embrace my newly repairedContinue reading “Kintsugi”