Changes were many when I changed my land Some I embraced, some I could barely stand Some so subtle they were barely perceived Until substantial transformation I had achieved- Amid this acculturation one day I realized That color was ebbing from my life, in front of my eyes My wardrobe, once filled with brilliant huesContinue reading “I Dream of Colors”
Author Archives: Docpoet
Unemployed
An ‘unemployed’ existence is a worse negation of life than death itself. Jose Ortega y Gasset Monday mornings are stressful, you say Back to the same old job after a glorious Sunday- You groan inwardly, and so do I I set out on my mission, with a sigh Ready to brave the ruthless world outContinue reading “Unemployed”
Soap opera
I know soap operas are no longer popular in the US, but they are an integral part of the culture in India (words from Wikipedia). Here’s my brief take on soap operas: (Image link: http://www.universityexpress.co.in/delhiuniversity/2014/10/indian-soap-operas/) When you want a taste of the melodramatic When you want a break from everything pragmatic Switch on the idiot boxContinue reading “Soap opera”
Parenting
I never knew what second-guessing myself meant Until the day I became a nervous parent Deliberating over every single decision That in any way involved my son Uncertain of every step that I took Afraid that I was not going by the book Did not know whether to trust my instinct For the first time,Continue reading “Parenting”
One more
“Just one more, and that is all I need” This heartbreaking plea is common indeed- One more chance to set things right One more attempt to prove your might Just one opportunity to apologize For hurtful deeds you were too late to realize One last try before you give up for certain One last act beforeContinue reading “One more”
Morning cravings
Oh, every morning what would I do If I had no access to precious you You switch on my soporific brain, make me feel alive My first brush with you each morning gives me the drive To go ahead and conquer challenges- instead Of missing my warm, cozy, comfortable bed The smell of you lingersContinue reading “Morning cravings”
The Joy of Motherhood
Nervous I was, afraid I would lose My freedom, my ability to choose How and where my time was spent I’d need to plan when and where I went- I worried about all that could disappear The future was something I honestly did fear.. ** Then you entered my life and turned it around- InsteadContinue reading “The Joy of Motherhood”
Being organized
All my life, by many different people I had been told- The virtues of being organized had been extolled It made one more efficient and be in control Stress-buster it was for every single soul It was a way to save time that was precious Being organized was a universal trait of the ambitious.. ** I lamented the lackContinue reading “Being organized”
Gratitude
“A moment of gratitude makes a difference in one’s attitude.”-Bruce Wilkinson I went through life, often irate and dissatisfied Thought complaining about it was my birth-right Most people complained, gratefulness was rare- Channeled one day of the year as a special affair When things, as they often do, went wrong in quick succession I whined andContinue reading “Gratitude”
Consumerism
Consumerism defines culture nowadays Shopping for goods is a ritual in some ways- Designer clothes, gadgets, luxury cars, and A house in suburbs, you’ve “arrived” in this land.. Like a rite of passage, this is the minimum you must achieve From here, your possessions grow, there is no reprieve- Keeping up with the Joneses implies constantContinue reading “Consumerism”
Paranoia
“So you’re going to travel, good for you That country is beautiful but dangerous too As a foreign tourist you are fair game For being robbed, I know it’s a shame..” Of course you are scared and carry with you Clothes with hidden pockets, fake-bottomed bags too The fear of pickpockets threatening to spoil YourContinue reading “Paranoia”
Watercolors
Caught in the circle of life inexorably Living a mechanical life, almost deplorably With work, food and sleep alone on my mind No scintilla of creativity I could find Within myself, that well had already dried Could not be channeled even if I tried.. ** Strolling aimlessly in the department store, Trying to buy somethingContinue reading “Watercolors”
