Author Archives: Docpoet

I have long suffered at the hands Of my indecision, I have finally come to understand That taking a decision and moving forward with the same Is the only way to make progress, you have yourself to blame If because of your indecisiveness stuck you remain This lesson has been reinforced in my life againContinue reading “Decisive”

Mercator’s projection has shaped our world-view By flattening the earth on paper, it has distorted continents too Unsuspecting, we study geography through a flawed lens Of the sizes of various continents, we do not get the true sense Africa appears diminished, other continents larger appear And this subconsciously affects our perception, I fear The countriesContinue reading “Mapped Bias”

It’s good to have choices, to cater to everyone’s preferences But I feel too many choices overwhelm my senses And in decision paralysis get me stuck From which I only get out with some luck * These days I try to reduce the choices available to me By selecting from the first two or threeContinue reading “Choose Wisely”

It is time, I have realized For my identities to be reorganized To shuffle my various identities around Change up their order because I have not found Contentment in my primary identity as a professional That has become the default, but it is not intentional Because my professional identity has been the hardest to attainContinue reading “Identities”

The grass can be green on both sides Which green you want to claim, you have to decide * The shades of green vary to some extent After all the climate in both places is different You tend to the grass in either place, and it does grow Walking on a cushion of grass isContinue reading “Grass is Green Everywhere”

Sometimes it seemed my entire life I had waited for someone To give me permission to do what I wanted, but that person Was a mythical figure, no one had appeared To give me the needed permission or to allay my fears The outcomes had been either one of two- I found courage on myContinue reading “Permission”

She wakes up early, gets ready, and prepares Breakfast, packs lunch, every moment aware Of the ticking of the clock, trying not to get late For her morning meeting, oh how she does hate Walking in ten minutes after the start of the conference She has to drop children off to school, in her defenseContinue reading “Guilt”

The sculptor stands before a monolith and toils away Chipping away piece by piece, until one day A discernible form emerges from the block of stone A statue conceived in his mind alone Through a reductive process he creates A masterpiece that the world celebrates.. * My lived experiences constitute the monolith before me IContinue reading “Sculpting a Poem”

She did not realize when her outlet creative Morphed imperceptibly into a life performative.. * When she first started writing, her poems were meant For her eyes only, she had no intent Of sharing her innermost thoughts publicly She wrote in a private journal that no one else could see * After stumbling across socialContinue reading “Creative, not performative”

Introverted, emotional, quiet, sensitive These were some of the adjectives Used to describe her in her childhood Invisible, lonely, misunderstood In the dark corners she remained Her demeanor timid and restrained Life seemed in melancholy seeped As she suppressed her emotions deep * One day she discovered a brush and paints And her hidden sentimentsContinue reading “The Artist”

I lament that artificial intelligence can stunning images generate Write elegant poetry and prose, soul-stirring music create Can a mere human being have the audacity To compete with AI’s limitless capacity To master a new art form without the effort required Of a human being to achieve the excellence desired? * AI has access toContinue reading “When AI creates”

This is something I just realized I over-explain I over-apologize * Of past trauma These are signs But no traumatic event Comes to my mind * Over-anxious Hyper-vigilant This is the way My days are spent Classic fawn response A net search tells me If there was trauma I have no memory * I haveContinue reading “Trauma Response”