Nothing in the world arouses the envy Of a competitive soul like me Than seeing people running along the way While I drive to and from work every day I ogle at their calves, beautifully sinewed And the feeling of discontent is renewed Within me- at my apparent inability To run- or exercise, despite lackContinue reading “The sedentary dreamer”
Author Archives: Docpoet
Where do they pray?
They prayed in churches They prayed in mosques They prayed in temples They prayed in synagogues They identified their God They took their pick They carved separate faiths To which they would stick They segregated themselves Condemned those different Had fights in the name of religion That God Himself could not prevent Continue reading “Where do they pray?”
Travel bans
My six year old and I sat one afternoon Reading about deserts and sand dunes My son, a keen learner of geography Expressed interest in traveling with me To some countries where sand dunes could be found To which I replied we could travel all around The world, and go to any country we fancied-Continue reading “Travel bans”
Scars
“Without my wounds, who was I? my scars were my face, my past was my life.” -Janet Fitch They said time heals Gradually you cease to feel Negative emotions with the same intensity The scars fade, your exterior again looks pretty… She latched on to these words when despair Clouded her life- everything seemedContinue reading “Scars”
Song du jour
I have grown up listening to Songs from Bollywood films, perhaps you Are not acquainted with the range of emotions expressed In a smorgasbord of melodies, here I do confess That each time I feel any emotion intense There is a song appropriate for that experience Often as I feel the emotion, I tell youContinue reading “Song du jour”
The ghats of Varanasi
Swathed in deep orange light, just before dawn On the ghats of Varanasi she sat alone Played her sitar in precious solitude While the rest of the world she could still exclude A plaintive melody reflective of her mental state A mournful plea to the injustice of her fate At these hallowed ghats she hadContinue reading “The ghats of Varanasi”
Always.. Indian
On the occasion of Indian Independence Day An expatriate like me should have nothing to say Yet the umbilical cord binding me to the land of my birth Is hard to cut off- I can state that whatever I am worth Today is because I was raised an Indian My sense of identity remains butContinue reading “Always.. Indian”
Mothering pains
I have a confession to make here There is nothing nowadays that I fear More than meeting other mothers on weekends For children’s activities- I’d rather run mundane errands For each time mothers meet, the topics of conversation Revolve around the extent of their enthusiastic participation In their children’s lives- soccer practice, dance recitalsContinue reading “Mothering pains”
Where do my loyalties lie
In a world that is increasingly Divided, with pervasive hostility And paranoia everywhere- I struggle to see what is right, what is fair In this divided world I cannot decipher Where to place my loyalties, with whom to concur Every group I belong to has views that are right And other views that I wantContinue reading “Where do my loyalties lie”
Will toot my horn
I cannot help but notice how these days Self-promotion has become easier in many ways So the talents that we had were meant to be showcased Before close friends and family, often based On the context and occasion, employed strategically To garner praise, or arouse envy specifically- Now there is a smattering of our “talents”Continue reading “Will toot my horn”
Woman at Work
“We cannot all succeed when half of us are held back.” Malala Yousafzai The week starts off with a list robust Of things to do- she gets cracking, but first An adequate dose of caffeine she needs To get her galvanized into action indeed The list is long, but in her view It is excitingContinue reading “Woman at Work”
Escape
“I am not addicted to drugs or alcohol- I am addicted to escaping reality.” There are days I wish I could forget The route home, wish I could upset The predictable order of things at a whim (Though the chances of this occurring are dim) There are times when I let my fantasy take flight Continue reading “Escape”
