The Road Well Traveled..

Fed on a steady visual diet
Of facebook, instagram and pinterest
Watching photographs of jaw-dropping scenery
Of amazing places in far-flung countries
I thought that everything worth exploring
Needed an air-ticket, places around me were boring
My city, after all, could not compete
With a volcano in Hawaii spewing heat
So every weekend I would in self-pity wallow
Looking at travel pictures of friends that I follow
On social media, thinking how most of them
Were in locales exotic, whereas I did not know when
I would get a chance to plan a vacation-
Time off, finances etc. would make that determination

One day I decided to venture out
In my city with my camera, without
Any expectations, there were no surprises, after all
But..I was wrong- I found on my leisurely stroll
Amazing vistas, the familiar riverfront showed a difference
When captured this time with my lens
And I was reminded of how beautiful it had appeared
When I had first moved here, now the magic had disappeared
Then I realized it was a matter of perspective
I could find something new if I wanted, or live
Each day wishing to be elsewhere
And, unable to do so, spend my weekends in despair

So the road well traveled showed me sights new
With pictures that were instagrammable too!

Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge

Just realized my all-time favorite challenge was open again- here are some photographs. Enjoy!

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Street in Oslo, Norway
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Street near my home, Philadelphia
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Akershus Fortress, Oslo, Norway
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Arched walkway, Akershus Fortress, Oslo
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Waling through the continental divide in Thingvellir National Park in Iceland
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Sidewalk in Abu Dhabi, UAE
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Walking through Chinese Lanterns, Franklin Square, Philadelphia

The Novelist

I wondered what would happen if a novelist tried to make her stories come alive in her own life…the result is this poemdsc_0236

Born with a natural inclination

To tell stories, mixing facts with imagination

From the time she could sentences write

Pen and paper made her jump in delight

Soon she started jotting down stories in long hand

Some simple, others too abstract to understand

If you met her, your peculiarities she would file away

In a nook of her brain, to be liberally used one fine day

When the tale she was weaving and your traits

Aligned together in a path straight

Everything she observed, nothing escaped her eye

She could not be fooled with the most convincing lie

Stories got longer, plots complicated

Fact merged with fantasy, as masterpieces she created

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She wrote with a zeal quite difficult to find

Her novels and real life merged somewhere in her mind

While all novelists tend to derive inspiration

From real life, embellishing it with their imagination

She on the other hand, tried to orchestrate

Events in her life such that they would imitate

Well-defined endings of the novels penned by her

Much to the chagrin of those near and dear

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 In the twilight years of her life, she had achieved

Fame and popularity, much more than she could have believed

Life had been treating her well until the day she found

That she had the dreaded cancer, it was a blow profound

She kept this a secret, and wrote with a sense

Of urgency, about living with cancer through her lens

She knew her days were numbered and thus the hurry

To finish her last novel, she did constantly worry

That her exit from life would be quite sudden

Leaving her soul in a limbo, stuck in her pen

 *

She ended her novel, words saturated with certitude

Bidding a final adieu to her readers, she sat in solitude

The final step in her life would be to organize

Her exit from this world, in a way that would surprise

Everyone, give people, besides her books, a reason

To remember her through many a season

She wanted to do this before she fell prey

To the vicissitudes of cancer one day

And needed to be drugged to control her pain

She planned her departure while she was still sane

 *

Her book was released and the following day

Mimicking the end of her novel in every way

She was found to be dead, having ended her sojourn

On the earth herself, leaving hundreds to mourn

With a pen and paper beside her, the sheet pristine

What an extraordinary life it had been!

She wrote her novels and made them her guide

She was an open book- with nothing to hide.

Women in charge

investment_stratThrough sheer hard work and industry

She climbed the organizational ladder steadily

As she reached the top echelons she had a vision

Of a smoothly running ship, the picture of perfection

She had high standards to which she conformed

Difficult to achieve, they made people squirm

She could not withstand distress of other employees

She thought everyone she needed to please

So she bent backwards, trying to clean after

The less-than-perfect work presented to her

This led to a vicious circle where  work she accumulated

While the quality of work of her juniors deteriorated

Soon she was exhausted, irritable, stressed out

Pleasing everyone had taken a toll, no doubt

As her cheerful demeanor morphed into a frown

Her ability to keep her staff happy also went down

She felt like a victim, others she resented

There was no one to whom she could have vented

Her predicament, she could not give the impression

That she was incapable of handling her position

**

Then one day when everything spun out of control

She took a few moments to reflect, search her soul

And asked herself why she was ready to bend

To please everyone else to no definite end

She decided her strategy she needed to revise

There were certain boundaries she needed to devise

Not everyone was going to be happy, or easy to please

Realizing this put her mind somewhat at ease

She needed to gain confidence of those who appreciated

Her work ethic and her style, she had underestimated

 

The number of people who had nothing but admiration

For her work and her commitment, it was a revelation

She decided she would be empathetic but firm

With her sub-ordinates, soon they would learn

To match the high standards to which she aspired

To fulfil her promise for the position she had acquired

**

This is the tale of many women in positions 

Of power, they often complicate their situations

By aiming for perfection, trying to please everyone

That is just not how the job gets done!

So here’s a piece of my humble advice

Stick to your standards, and never compromise!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Guilt and apology

DSC_0266.JPGThere is something I wish to say

To you, it has gnawed at me every day

Since that incident when I had been

Blatantly wrong, inconsiderate and mean

I had ended up hurting you in my

Anger- since then each day I wonder why

My folly soon after I failed to recognize

Why did it take me months to realize

That the incident caused fault lines to appear

In the mantle of our relationship, my dear

The apology that never left my lips somehow

Turned into guilt that would not allow

Me any peace-the guilt just hung in the air, still

Like dense fog enveloping a rolling hill

The air between us icy like the winds Arctic

The silence of resentment cut me to the quick

I blamed myself for this endless winter 

Between us, yet could not muster

The courage to apologize to you, thinking

It was too late, our relationship was already sinking…

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The guilt grew within me, causing my transformation

Into a raging insomniac, desperate for salvation

Years had passed, we had gone separate ways

The air had not been cleared in all these days

I had to do this, late as it might have been

I had to wipe my proverbial state clean

So I set out to apologize to you-yes, that’s true

Seemed to me you had forgotten the details too

You accepted my apology with some trepidation

Not lowering your guard, it was an awkward situation

While our friendship was not restored to its glory

I could breathe easier since I said I was sorry

The guilt that I had carried in my heart 

Was shaken off, of me it was no longer a part!

 

 

 

 

Create something beautiful

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To find some meaning in every single day

To keep the creeping blues at bay

There is something that I have found

Not a mantra earth-shattering or profound

It is to create something beautiful each day

With your hands and your mind, in your own way

We all have talents, evident, or waiting to be

Explored by ourselves, for everyone to see

So I urge you, gather your tools today

Let your imagination soar and lead the way

Let your creative spark be ignited

Let me convince you, you would be delighted

When your fruits of labor are realized

The finished product might leave you quite surprised

As you marvel at how you never thought you could

Create something so original, never  thought you would

Find joy in working with your imagination

And come up with a wonderful story/poem/artistic creation

Maybe it is the way you organized your home today

Or cooked something delicious, in a different way

We are all artists, most with untapped potential

Trapped in our busy lives, dealing with issues “essential”

But the joy of creation is a tool powerful

That makes me strive to create something beautiful

Most days, knowing this process

Helps me feel content, makes me feel blessed.

 

 

 

 

Far from the madding crowd…

“I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude.”- Henry David ThoreauDSC_0688Most days of my life I am defined

By the roles I play, my path is aligned 

With my family, co-workers and patients

They are the ones that give me a sense

Of belonging, of merging seamlessly

Into the multi-layered structure of the society

I am woven in, I cannot extricate

Myself from the social fabric, it would complicate

Lives- my own and those of others around me

Thus, alongside others I continue my life’s journey.. 

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There are times when I want to deviate

From this collective path, and initiate

A journey by myself, in blissful solitude

The commitments of society I want to elude

Drown myself in the seductive silence 

Of lonely places, just inhale the presence

Of nature and its gifts all around me

Reflect on my life in tranquility

Find inner peace and the precious ability

To converse with my soul, and identify

What would make me happy under the sky

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Such moments are rare but when found

Have an impact on me profound

My frazzled soul they help calm down

Inner peace wipes out my frown

Solitude and proximity to nature

Both give my creativity a spur

Far from the madding crowd I discover

My true self, let my soul recover

Until it is time to return and be a part

Of the tapestry of life, with a rejuvenated heart

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Queue

imageNothing can beat the annoyance
Of waiting in a queue with simmering impatience
Forming and waiting in an orderly line can be
A reminder of school life and its tyranny-
The tedium of enforced discipline
Where breaking rules was considered a sin
That’s where my thoughts wander to
While squirming in my place, I wait in the queue
The rational part of me reminds me again
Without a line chaos would reign
(Unfortunately I have been witness to the disorder
That ensues when people jostle with each other
To be the first to reach the counter, conditioned as they were
By scarcity, being left out is a primeval fear)
So right from childhood we do learn
To stand in a queue and await our turn
When the line moves quickly, everyone is relieved
The one ahead of you is slow, or so you perceive
When it’s your turn you are quite confident
That your transaction is going to proceed without event
In record time you would sail through
Making the wait easier for the person next in queue
To the person in front, time flies fast during business
To the ones behind, each encounter takes eternity, no less
The trouble is compounded if you are like me
Accompanied by child (ren) full of boundless energy
Keeping them entertained while waiting in queue
Can tax your patience and that of everyone else too
Sometimes having children might permit you
To skip the long line and get ahead in the queue
Usually suggested by kind souls who look at you
With empathy in their eyes, secretly glad to
Get rid of the troublesome children indeed
A small price for letting you take the lead
Enough said about the humble queue
I’ll end with this final thought for you-
That once you get to the end of the line finally
Something better awaits you usually!

Tourist destination

imageThere was a place of beauty virginal
An island unmarred by activities industrial
Inhabited by people content with being
Contained in their world and seldom seeing
The outside world, they did not care
For interaction with people beyond their sphere
The bounty bestowed by nature they respected
Quite self-sufficient, there was not much they expected
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Then came a day when a visitor arrived
Claiming he was enchanted, with an expression contrived
As a businessman he saw the enormous potential
Of this island as an exotic destination for travel
In collusion with the government he soon began
To build hotels, grow the tourist industry on the island
The authorities saw tremendous potential
To bolster their economy by following his proposal
For the first time they invited to their island
International collaboration to build a tourist haven
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In a few years tourism developed there
Became the industry with the largest share
Of the economy, sophisticated travelers from everywhere
Flocked to the island to sample its unique flair
Since economic growth exacts a cost always
And nothing preserved in its natural state stays
The annual tourist volume was out of proportion
To the number of inhabitants, infact ten times its population
The island rapidly commercialized and unfortunately
The pristine environment degraded considerably
The virgin beauty was now marred
By excessive construction, permanently scarred
This sparked a huge debate over preservation
Of the original land as it was, experts in conservation
Suggested measures worth a fortune extraordinary
To restore the island to its former state of glory
While further degradation could be prevented somewhat
Irreversible were the changes that had been brought
About by the droves of travelers over the years
Thus were realized the islanders’ worst fears
Of seeing their revered land thus tainted
It looked so different from the picture that was painted
Years ago, when tourism was still nascent
And the carbon footprint of tourism non-existent
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This is the story of many stunning destinations
That are the victims of commercial exploitation
The world is a smaller place with borders that are shrinking
And travelers can spoil a place without thinking
Therefore ecotourism is now the buzzword
To preserve the natural treasures of the world
This story in a larger perspective illustrates
How human involvement can change the natural state
This is the perpetual conundrum of civilization
The ongoing struggle for environmental conservation.

Inquisitive

imageQuestions from my child never seem to cease
His curiosity is as vast as the seas
Sometimes appropriate, at times awkward
Often asking me to explain difficult words
He bombards me with questions invariably
When I am preoccupied, and irritably
I try to brush him off by saying I don’t know
He does not get the hint, and continues to throw
More questions at me beginning with why
Until I am forced to ask him to quiet down
Quite reluctantly, my brow furrowed in a frown
I do not want to crush his inquisitive spirit
But there are times I want to just quietly sit..
I long for the day when he learns to find
Answers for himself, satisfy the curiosity of his mind.
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This is not how I want to bring up my son
I want to answer all his queries, teach him the reason
Behind things being the way they are
Arm him with knowledge so he will go far
But a five year old’s seemingly endless curiosity
Exceeds, for patience, my limited capacity
Then I remind myself that he will older grow
There will be one day when he will know
Much more than me; these questions will end
Making me long for the days when he was my friend
With his next question I remind myself of this
And give the best answer I can to this question of his
I try to enjoy this time when I still am
An encyclopedia for my little man!

To be a story-teller

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A secret wish have I harbored
To be a story-teller in some way
Reach out to people every day
Tell tales built on pure imagination
Or recount true stories of different nations
Somewhere in my heart I want a vocation
Which would let me indulge in this passion
A tour guide in a city full of historic architecture
A history teacher infusing life into her lecture
Or being the smooth and witty narrator
Keeping the audience spellbound in the theater..
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In all these roles I would tell stories collected
From external sources, though they would be injected
With my unique perception, my own flavor-
They would still not represent fruits of my labor
This I realized one day, in a moment of epiphany
I needed my own voice, not voices of many
To reach out to the world, thus a story I did need
Deeply personal, straight from the heart indeed
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I have not found, my search is ongoing
Anecdotes and experiences I accrue, not knowing
When the pieces will come together and coalesce
Into a coherent story- this hope I must confess
I harbor within me- someday I will write
A story that reflects me in my true light
A fictional saga that would still be an extension
Of me, and my (very) skewed perception
In finding my story I hope to discover
More of myself, my true destiny uncover.

Ikigai (reason for being)

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For centuries has mankind
Tried its best to find
A life prolonging elixir
Human beings have lived in fear
Of death, disability, growing old
A long life is more valuable than gold
While modern medicine has allowed
People to live longer without a doubt
There might be something much simpler
That adds years to life as one grows older..
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For centuries have men and women
In Okinawa ascended to heaven
Later than their counterparts elsewhere
They have a secret that needs to be shared
They all have a purpose in life, an ikigai
That they wake up to, each day under the sky
With a goal in life to strive towards throughout
They have no time to waste, no time to doubt
Their reason for living, that angst existential
Does not plague them as much as the rest of the world
Maybe this is a rule we need to apply
To all our lives, we all need to try
To find that one thing we wake up to
That gives us happiness and fulfillment too.
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The concept was foreign to me I must say
Until recently, when I stumbled upon it one day
Trying to find ways to live a life of contentment
I found, much to my amazement
That having a purpose in life every day
Could increase your life expectancy unexpectedly
Not being an Okinawa, I am still trying to find
The ikigai that fuels my heart and mind
Maybe it is raising my son to be
As good a human being as he can be
Maybe it is in my role as a healer and physician
Maybe writing something beautiful is my reason
Whatever it is, to find it I shall try
To live a blessed life and prolong my days under the sky!