It seems to me that nowadays Most of us on most days Deal with excess in many ways Shuffling through a meaningless maze Of stuff- material goods of wide variety, Information on things affecting our society Food and wine to challenge sobriety- Excess everywhere-provoking anxiety.. ** While paradoxically, mostly everywhere There is a shortage of timeContinue reading “Drowning in excess”
Author Archives: Docpoet
The Exclamation Mark
Teaching my five year old one day To write sentences the proper way I asked him to end his sentence With a period, as would make sense He protested saying that he was excited So he would use an exclamation mark, he decided After that, any attempt to persuade him was futile He was excitedContinue reading “The Exclamation Mark”
Intuition
You contradict everything I say You use logic to demonstrate your way Where I come from, you may not know I have no tangible evidence to show But my gut instinct guides me always My intuition with me always stays So I can sense when things are not right This uncanny ability prepares me forContinue reading “Intuition”
Memory, the trickster
Memories are the architecture of our identity- Unknown Memories seared on the inside of my brain Recalled like a dormant pain, time and again Layered with the dust of distorted perception They play tricks on my mind, in clever deception Make me reminisce over past experiences In a new light, rekindle my quiescent senses Embellished enoughContinue reading “Memory, the trickster”
The best laid plans
He was a planner, what he wanted he knew He would never venture into something new Without planning for every predictable consequence Every outcome was preceded by events in a sequence That could be logically predicted, he would say He could not tell you when he last had an unplanned day Be it work, play, travel- hisContinue reading “The best laid plans”
The luxury I long for
The trouble is, you think you have time.- Buddha At the risk of being considered out of my mind- Let me tell you the treasure I’d like to find Of course it’s not money, that’s too obvious It’s not true love, though that would be a plus At the pinnacle of luxury sits in my opinionContinue reading “The luxury I long for”
Good girl
Be a “good girl” is all she had heard- It made sense, good is a virtuous word She did not know that being good came With strings attached, all the same The parameters of being good had much to do With her gender, though she lacked a clue For in her naive world-view good was defined ByContinue reading “Good girl”
Ambition and satisfaction
This is a constant conundrum that I face Trying to find a comfortable place Where ambition and satisfaction collide In parallel lines I see them ride Focus on one, and that picks up speed Until the other is instigated by need Then this one speeds up for a while Trying to cover that extra mile.. ** Continue reading “Ambition and satisfaction”
Rushed
Haphazardly I wandered through life, feeling rushed Under the weight of time, constantly crushed Life gushed past me like a mountain brook Contrary to the way things should’ve been in my book- My idyllic life would move like a river in the plain Meandering slowly around bends, then speeding again But a time crunch I felt nearlyContinue reading “Rushed”
Healing Touch
Role of a physician: “Cure Sometimes, Treat Often, Comfort Always”- Hippocrates These days I often have a sinking feeling Fogged in despair, my head is reeling Did I somehow, gravely misunderstand The role of a physician, that healing hand Why do I encounter, more and more Suffering each day, less and less cure? Technical advancements letContinue reading “Healing Touch”
Rhythm and Chaos
Rhythm and Chaos, free spirits two On a whim decided to Compete with each other just to see Who between them could more swiftly Traverse the breadth of the Galaxy Each one set out determinedly With aplomb and audacity Confident in their capacity To out-maneuver the other one Journeying through the galaxy was much fun.. **Continue reading “Rhythm and Chaos”
My sanctuary
As I observe my child engrossed In playing with his toys, completely lost In his own world, inventing stories That he narrates to himself, without any worries He is quite oblivious of his creativity While I, proud as only a mother could be Marvel at him, then travel back in time To when such creative pursuitsContinue reading “My sanctuary”
Passion...unbridled 