Author Archives: Docpoet

I have to break bad news to you I am quite apprehensive, it’s true I don’t know your current state of mind I doubt you’ve previously received news of this kind Intuitively I think you know something is wrong That worsening shortness of breath you’ve had all along Has to be more than a cold-thisContinue reading “Bad News”

I am having a pity party today For first world problems are blocking my way These self-created problems prevent My time from being gainfully spent.. ** I have been guilty, I do confess Of acquiring new things, trying to possess The biggest, the best, and definitely more Of everything I can, even if I haveContinue reading “The Objects of My (In)attention”

Do I dare imagine, in all audacity That age would just be a number for me? May I dream that at the age of sixty I would be a diva, confident and sassy? I wonder if my gray hair and wrinkles would give me Grace, and an air of wisdom that the world could see..Continue reading “Age, a number…”

People who wonder whether the glass is half empty or half full miss the point. The glass is refillable. – Author Unknown When I was younger I used to see My life as a glass half empty My present life I would view Pessimistically, in a bluish hue My future, on the other hand IContinue reading “The Glass- half empty or half full?”

Why is there this need persistent To maintain productivity constant To fill each waking minute, each hour With some activity- to make me feel empowered As if what I do alone constitutes my existence Why does my mind give me such resistance To the idea of being idle and staring into space Is it societalContinue reading “Not So Productive…”

To your ears, foreign sounds my accent You have difficulty understanding me to some extent I get it, and I wish you would simply ask me To speak more slowly and deliberately English is not my first language Some sounds I find harder to enunciate The way you do, but believe me when I sayContinue reading “Accent”

“Self-worth comes from one thing – thinking that you are worthy.” Wayne Dyer I wonder now but why on earth Was I looking for self-worth Outside of me, in others’ eyes? I did not even care if they were lies Sugarcoated to sound cloying to my willing ears To drown the noise of my innermostContinue reading “Worth”

            As an avid reader, there is something I have found That continues to bother me, in a way quite profound- The female lead in nearly every story Is a beautiful woman, no matter who she might be She might have qualities in every realm, but still She is usuallyContinue reading “The beautiful female protagonist”

How did the year 2020 become A series of never-ending conundrums? There is nothing right about any decision Nothing wrong either, there is no precision There is a Schrodinger cat everywhere Uncertainty is the only constant, beware! Where can we go, who can we meet? Planning daily life is no ordinary feat Webinars, zoom meetings,Continue reading “Oh what a year!”

I pen my thoughts using strokes quite different From each other- from writing in patient charts meant To document my impressions of their illnesses and treatment, To writing for medical journals where I present Scientific information in a form concise- In both these realms, I am expected to be precise Conform to standards and acceptedContinue reading “The strokes of my pen”

Do I, in the matter at hand, have a choice? This is the question asked by my voice At every step of my journey through life’s highway Somehow that voice always seemed to say That I did not have the luxury to choose- There was one way forward, if I did not want to loseContinue reading “Choice”

I live in a place with choices abundant… Such that picking favorite objects seems redundant Any kind of food, any cuisine that I fancy I can have, it is readily available to me From decadent desserts to low sugar substitutes I can pick healthy food and satisfy my taste buds too But then there areContinue reading “The burden of choice”