“Cure sometimes, treat often, comfort always.” – Hippocrates I know you are here in my clinic today Looking for relief- even before you say Something, I know you are in pain I hate to disappoint you again The unfortunate truth is; as a specialist of the heart I am not quite prepared to treat another bodyContinue reading “Specialist”
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Carpe Diem
This is the break that I clearly need- She said to herself, settling down to read An interesting book in a cosy corner Of her hotel room, she had left behind her The mayhem of her life as a homemaker, A busy career woman, and a mother.. Teetering at the edge of a major burnoutContinue reading “Carpe Diem”
Victim no more
She walked in hurried steps, furtively After having lied, out of habit, glibly About the bruise visible on her forearm- No one could know about the bodily harm Inflicted on her most days by her spouse- This shameful secret belonged inside the house They were educated, liberal and well to do It was universally acceptedContinue reading “Victim no more”
Size of my dreams
Some days my dreams are Vast, stretching far Beyond the horizon, bursting With ambition, my soul thirsting For fame, fortune, grandeur- Some days these things hold their allure Enticing me- I run in their pursuit Until my mind makes an observation astute That they are dreams, improbable it might be For them, the light ofContinue reading “Size of my dreams”
A Mother’s Letter
Dear daughter, let me tell you So that you can see through my lens too The story of my life spanning two continents I’ll share with you my innermost sentiments I came to this country as a young bride Apprehensive, with your father by my side A sheltered existence I had led until then NeverContinue reading “A Mother’s Letter”
Cancer
This is a question that unnerves most physicians- what if the disease that you specialize in treating is the one that ends up afflicting you? Here I have imagined an oncologist (cancer specialist) who gets diagnosed with the cancer that he has devoted his life to understanding and treating. I knew unnerving it would beContinue reading “Cancer”
The Fortune Teller
Stuck in a rut, without a vocation She scoured through horoscope sections for any insinuation That her life would soon on an upward swing be Bringing job prospects and money She alternated between job searches and horoscopes on the net Nothing was changing, she re-examined her skill set With a flair for writing anContinue reading “The Fortune Teller”
The Caregiver
As a physician dealing with patients with advanced, often end-stage heart disease, I come across a lot of patients who are receiving excellent care at home by their family members who have sacrificed their personal lives to care for their loved ones. Our team has a support group for caregivers where they share stories aboutContinue reading “The Caregiver”
That first lecture..
Excited and nervous she was in equal measure To deliver a lecture that had cut into her time of leisure She had prepared her first talk with great attention To detail, meticulously she had made her slide presentation Spent hours in research, added vignettes carefully curated On each point, she had over hours deliberated CollegeContinue reading “That first lecture..”
Forgiveness
The query: “At Auschwitz, tell me, where was God?” And the answer: “Where was man?” ― William Styron, Sophie’s Choice I have lived my life haunted by The demons of the past, that dark sky Of Auschwitz- those whistles at the crack of dawn Mournful, menacing, trying to warn Each one of us alive that we couldContinue reading “Forgiveness”
What do they sell?
“There’s lots of bad reasons to start a company. But there’s only one good, legitimate reason, and I think you know what it is: it’s to change the world.” -Phil Libin, Evernote CEO Not long ago when people started a business There was a tangible product to sell for success There would be brick andContinue reading “What do they sell?”
A poetic tradition
“Family traditions counter alienation and confusion. They help us define who we are; they provide something steady, reliable and safe in a confusing world.”- Susan Lieberman So my six year old was given an assignment A poem about September he had to invent Nothing complicated, but it was great fun To put together rhyming linesContinue reading “A poetic tradition”
Passion...unbridled 