Author Archives: Docpoet

In the waning years of my life, to what would I aspire? Would I retain my enthusiasm for work or would I wish to retire? * Most of my life has been spent on the hamster wheel I’m in a monogamous relationship with work, I feel It’s not just about making a living, but workContinue reading “Retirement?”

She had been hearing stories about her ancestors throughout Her childhood spent in a bustling household, they were all about The men in the family- their accomplishments, decisions, rigid attitudes That were modeled for the children as positive attributes Each time the stories came up, she had but one question in mind- What forgotten storiesContinue reading “That woman in the family”

Draping a saree, donning a bindi and jewelry traditional Then admiring myself in the mirror is a luxury occasional While dressing up is always fun, this transformation Quenches my soul-this is a celebration Of my heritage, my roots, the vibrant culture of my homeland A reminder of the rich textiles, of intricate craftsmanship grand WhenContinue reading “The Indian Soul”

The glass of happiness is filled up to exactly half of the volume That it can hold, and the half that is empty seems to consume Your thoughts, you wish you could fill it up some more You wish more happiness into the glass you could pour.. Instead, the level starts receding as you continueContinue reading “The glass”

Every person above a certain age Tends to wax eloquent about the “good old days” As a younger person you take it with skepticism Life in the old days, when examined through your prism Appears to you rather primitive Without modern tools, how did they live? You are baffled as picture of a utopian worldContinue reading “The Good Old Days”

In this fast-paced competitive life, most of us desire To spend our time productively, we aspire To use our recreational time in such a way That we expand our knowledge and skills every day In keeping with this sentiment, reading fiction is thought By some to be a waste of precious time- I say withContinue reading “Reading fiction”

There was a time when failure hung like a noose Around my neck, despite best efforts I was unable to choose To let go, every interaction with another person reminded me Of my failure, the shame never let me be free Fortunately on my next attempt I succeeded In achieving my goal, the feeling ofContinue reading “Shame”

Thinking of a fictional character that fascinating I find Scheherazade is the one that comes to my mind For the uninitiated she was the main character The ingenious storyteller, the narrator Of tales in “One thousand and One Nights” She spun stories in the face of fright Not knowing if she would live to seeContinue reading “Scheherazade’s storytelling”

(Delhi/ New Delhi, the capital of India is also my hometown. Unfortunately it holds the dubious distinction of being the most polluted capital city in the world. Still, it is a city that I love and care deeply about, and each time I return from a visit there, I feel compelled to write something aboutContinue reading “Ode to a city”

(Trigger warning- there is a tragedy..) I seem to be in the throes of a “bad” day There is no smooth sailing, nothing’s going my way My hopes of something going right are dwindling now And despite my best efforts to the contrary, I have to allow Myself to vent or my stress levels wouldContinue reading “Lesson From A Tragedy”

“Physician, heal thyself,” to this advice open your ear Hold your own life as close, as dear As you do the ones of your family, the patients you treat Listen to your body, be attuned to your heartbeat * The culture of medicine has been drilled down in you Insane hours of work you’ve learntContinue reading “Physician Heal Thyself”

You’d think in the ideal world there would be no need to wait You would not have to eagerly or anxiously anticipate An event, a positive or negative outcome would be before you Things would be more black and white, there would be grey areas few * Not everything can be done instantly, as weContinue reading “Wait…”