Author Archives: Docpoet

I look younger than my age Why would you think that would be a cause for rage Ageism is so deeply ingrained Looking old should be a cause for pain So why am I disturbed when I am called Young like a teenager, why am I appalled At being told to be a doctor IContinue reading “You look too young to be…”

Random thoughts and ideas I find Are eager to be transformed into words in my mind Forming unconnected lines that I try to string Together in verses that help me make sense of things Placing thoughts on paper in rhyme Makes me solve conundrums many times Alas, these verses often interfere With obligations in everyContinue reading “Idea-verse”

How do you suppress Ambition that wants to possess Every fiber of you, enslave you in every way That burns like a fire every day Powerful enough to paralyze Intimidating enough to immobilize Such that it is never translated Into meaningful action, never lets you be satiated.. ** Ambition that wants you to leap aheadContinue reading “Consumed by Ambition”

To yourself you must not draw attention You do not know about the intention Of people, known and unknown, who are looking at you All attention has negative connotations, regard this as true There are only two times you should get attention First, when for academic prowess you get recognition And second, the day youContinue reading “Attention”

When people tell me to be strong, I don’t understand What made them think that I am weak? I have survived despite patriarchy on this land Why should validation from men I seek? * I can withstand labor pains I have seen my own blood flow Though men may hold the reins Of my life,Continue reading “Strong Women…”

Why do I feel the need to seek permission As if alone I cannot make the decision To curl up in bed, leave chores incomplete Sleep with abandon, no deadlines meet At work, at home, children’s assignments from school Maybe for a day, forget all the rules.. But the idea of loosening up is scaryContinue reading “Permission”

Like a chasm in my heart that stays Open- memories are lodged there, slow to decay The ache trapped inside, forever imprisoned Worse than anything I had envisioned Something snapped broken, that does not mend Making it harder at times to pretend That I am all right, that I have moved on.. When an appendageContinue reading “Grief”

The voice of doubt speaks again, am I enough Do I really know all this stuff Did I just get lucky, or is it true That I’m actually competent enough to do Everything that I’m perceived as capable of doing Why are there in my mind doubts brewing About my capability- is it because IContinue reading “Am I an Imposter?”

I know it hurts when you put in effort supreme And yet you are unable to realize your dream The disappointment you feel when you work hard and yet No reward or acknowledgment of your trouble you get You know my child, your parents have gone through this too And while I wish things couldContinue reading “Lesson for my son”

Having spent years abroad, it was time for my return With my elderly mother, I had visualized a tearful reunion I entered my childhood home, my excitement barely contained How was I to know that my euphoria would soon wane… My mother shuffled to the door to greet me She looked up at me quiteContinue reading “The loss of memory…”

The virtues of orderliness have been Impressed upon me forever, therefore I lean Towards striving to tidy up spaces that I inhabit Try to follow Marie Kondo’s advice, but it does not sit Well with my disorderly tendencies innate My stuff rearranges itself in a more entropic state My desk, my room, my thoughts andContinue reading “Messy”