Author Archives: Docpoet

Oh what a year it was, once again Where multiple hits converged to cause pain A heartbreaking war, needless indeed Economies that continued to bleed Inflation that out of control spiraled Energy in short supply in the world Paucity of workers in the workforce Unpredictable weather events, of course Violent protests against governments oppressive VirusesContinue reading “The year that was, the year that will be”

I woke up ready to rise and shine An early start seemed to be a sign That I would be productive, or so I thought But the day passed, I did not accomplish a lot There was just so much that I wanted to do I wanted to work hard and have fun too Work,Continue reading “Time is fleeting”

When I look back at the year gone by I reflect on the lowest lows and the highest highs Then I ask myself if at the end of the year My cumulative experiences made it clear That I found growth, from inside out? Because wherever life takes me, without a doubt The important thing isContinue reading “End of year reflections”

Why do I always seem to perceive Life as a problem to solve, why do I believe That everything needs to be tackled head on That life is a battle that needs to be won? * Does it stem from being a woman who needs To prove herself in a world where men mostly leadContinue reading “(Un)solve Life”

What about it is so surprising That she can see eyebrows rising When she expresses the desire for more Be it food, freedom, ambition, they are keeping score In no sphere should she expect to exceed Whatever the men in her life have, her needs Can never be allowed to surpass theirs’ To blatantly expressContinue reading “She wants more from this life”

My professional work has an overarching presence On all aspects of my life it has an effect intense It spills over, occupying every nook and cranny Of my life, unless I consciously deny it entry Some days it becomes a commitment limitless And the work I otherwise love begins to oppress When work takes meContinue reading “Work, please don’t fill my cup..”

Standardize everything, make a template Have spreadsheets, keep calendars, schedules create To maximize efficiency, and stressors minimize Be productive- at every step in life, strategize.. * While cognitively I agree, this is what my mind accepts As the key to success, my heart protests Too much structure leaves no space For creativity, when excessive organizationContinue reading “Too structured..”

I live life in a constant struggle To snatch back stolen time, as I try to juggle Multiple responsibilities in the space of a day I fight sleep and exhaustion in every way To get some time for myself to splurge On things I like, some time to purge Stressful thoughts of things to doContinue reading “Snatching back stolen “me” time..”

What if I were to fall out of the rat race What if one day I decided to embrace The languidness of a snail’s pace.. What changes in my life would I face? * I thrive on exorbitant amounts of caffeine To buzz through days, full of adrenaline Trying to outrun time, the fastest runnerContinue reading “Snail’s pace”

I’m not good at making lists at all I place my faith in memory and recall But the holidays are a time when I need Meticulously made lists indeed Holiday gifting is a task delicate If I forget someone, I am tempting fate There are always more people in my orbit Than the initial count,Continue reading “Lists for gifts”

(Where Morocco carries the dreams of Arab world and Africa in World Cup Soccer, British economy trails behind that of India while getting a PM of Indian origin- the former colonies are asserting themselves in a world where the playing field has never been level…) They didn’t ask for any apology They didn’t ask forContinue reading “A brave new world…”

Too many decisions to make in a day Too many variables that get in the way Of making the best possible decision I wish I had the kind of precision That in the realm of artificial intelligence resides Maybe I should look at AI platforms for advice It would be a leap of faith toContinue reading “Hey Siri, what should I do?”