Happy Doctor’s Day

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My gratitude to all the superheroes donning the white apron with pride. I hope you have a wonderful day, a fruitful year and an amazing life. Happy Doctor’s Day.
Here’s a poem to do the honors…

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Presenting my composition, a tribute to the doctors and in fact all the medicos, which found a place in the annual collection of shortlisted poems selected by the jury of poetry society of India. I couldn’t win though, but it is a huge motivation to keep trying. Here it goes:

We are the Doctors


We  are  the  healers, we  cure,  we  care,

Cope  with  plights,  only  few  would  dare,

We  are  everywhere; so common yet  so  rare,

The resilient, eccentric & beyond compare,

We who missed the dusk of adolescence;

Solving MCQs  & juggling  books  for  reference,

Suffered in saudade  to  don the white coats,

Trying  to  be  resolute  while  riding  many  boats,

We  study  not  only  medicine, but  law  to  stats,

Playing multiple tricks with solitary hats,

For us, winsome moments are like spam,

And life is only what is  left  between  exams,

We  who  graduate  as  our  friends  finish  PGs,

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Poetry & me (2)

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Elysian: beautiful, creative, divinely inspired…

Poetry  means  emotions; love, laughter  and  pain,

It  tends  to  my  wounds,  and  keeps  me  sane,

के लबों पर पिघलते गीतों को,   जैसे  साज़  मिल  जाते  हैं,

और  दिल  से  रिसते  जज़्बातों  को,  मीठे  अल्फ़ाज़  मिल  जाते  हैं,

These  words  extricates  my  soul,  and  quells  disdain,

I  am  a  scorching  desert  and  poetry  is  my  rain,

के  काव्य  करता  है  मुझे  रिहा, और   ख्वाबों  को  उड़ान  देता  है,

दिखाता  है  ये  इंद्रधनुष  और  उमंगों को  आसमान देता  है ,

रंगों  को  ज़ुबान  देता  है, हसरतों  को मुक़ाम देता  है ||

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                                                                              -doc2poet

Sharing and learning new words takes us closer to other cultures and their literature. And it is just beautiful. Hope you feel the same too. 🙂

Here’s a little more about me and poetry. Follow the link and let it sink: 

https://doc2poet.wordpress.com/2016/02/14/poetry-me/?frame-nonce=f9701f9780 

Poets for peace

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Praxis Magazine has released the peace-poem-2016 which is a collaborative poem comprising of more than 250 segments contributed by #poetsforpeace from around the world.

Peace is always beautiful

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I am #proud to be a part of this initiative and that this small step may fuel the pursuit of peace globally. Kudos to the efforts of #Praxis team, the poets and anyone & everyone who played the smallest of part in this endeavor. Please read and share it to spread the message…

Here is what I had to say…

Why do they crush innocent lives?

Foster violence and glorify knives,

Killing people in HIS name,

HE who loves everyone the same,

Splitting up hearts with borders and regions,

Dissecting names to dye them with religions,

Millions live in fear, dying an inch every day,

Carrying the burden of lives they lost on the way,

Why do they want Jesus, Muhammad and Shiva to compete?

They only end up humiliating the gods with their deceit,

Often we forget the WHOs and WHATs that we have lost,

Not knowing exactly how much this violence would cost,

Peace can only be a distant dream,

Until we step up to the occasion like a team,

Let’s pray those poor souls may rest in peace,

Let happiness prevail and violence may cease,

Violence may cease…

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– Amit Prakash (doc2poet)

      You may read the complete poem @ http://www.praxismagonline.com/peace-poem/ or download it as pdf from the following link: http://www.praxismagonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/09/Poets-for-Peace-September-21.pdf

Half Girlfriend: #TrueLove

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          Love can be found in the darkest of hearts if one only remembers to seek it. Sometimes we need to see though eyes of others to see the love that lies within us. But it doesn’t always happen as the cupid desires to be, sometimes the worldly pleasures takes over our instincts. Sometimes we fail to see the light, the love which we have subconsciously locked away and the emotions cannot penetrate the shell around it. In a world of “tit for tat” we are yet to see “love for love” to decide the fate of all love stories. Some love stories do not see the dawn of eternity, some love stories just fade away in time. Here’s one such story that met with a similar fate but remember that it is just the story or the characters that die, the love lives on and on and on.

Love at first sight it was, as pure as it can be, 
She is everywhere, it’s all he can see,
Knows no boundaries, fears  no fear,
Just wanna love her, and hold her dear,

It’s a pity she didn’t love him,
Mocked him & shunned him away,
But he never learned to not-love her,
Without her…he wouldn’t last a day,

She was everything for him,
He loved her unconditionally anyway,
But his love couldn’t prevail,
She wouldn’t believe-no matter what he say,

He didn’t know anything but to love her,
So he loved her to his last breath,
And proved his love in life and in death…

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                   It may be heart shattering to see your beloved but not being able to embrace her in your arms but remember that you are never alone if you love yourself. You don’t have to be what others want you to be.

दिलों  में  छलकती  मोहब्बत, लकीरों  में  समा  ना  सकी,

जम  के  बरसी  दोनों  ही  तरफ, पर  प्यास  फिर  भी  बुझा  ना  सकी…

               You don’t have to be interesting or entertaining, spontaneous or sociable. You are beautiful the way you are. The right people are going to recognize your worth. Life is too short, and your own happiness is far too important to think otherwise.

मोहब्बत  के  बाज़ार  में,  

इक  उम्र  ख़र्च  कर  आए  हम,

पर  खता  भी  क्या  इन  लम्हों  की,

जब  ख्वाब  ही  थे  सजाए  कम,

फूलों  की  दिलकश  चाहत  मे,

कटों  ने  ढाए…कितने  सितम,

बे-इंतेहाँ   मेरे  प्यार  के,

बदले  मे  पाए  केवल  गम,

खुशियाँ  तेरी  तुझमें  ही  हैं,

कहाँ  मुस्कान  तेरी?  क्यूँ आँखें नम?

दिल  को  थोड़ा…ज़रा  यार  समझा,

हर  दिल  को  यहाँ, मिलता  नहीं  सनम,

करनी  है  मोहब्बत, तो  खुद  से  कर,

कोई  और  मिले…तो  करना  कम,

कोई  और  मिले…तो  करना  कम… ||

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              Sometimes the best thing you can do is not think, not wonder, not imagine, not obsess. Just breathe, and have faith that everything will work out for the best.

A long due post in my “True-love” series and I am glad blogadda came up with this prompt. Hope you like it. Don’t forget to share and come back for more.:-)

I am sharing a Half relationship story at BlogAdda in association with #HalfGirlfriend .

Picked & Published: #Doctors

 

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Presenting my composition, a tribute to the doctors and in fact all the medicos, which found a place in the annual collection of shortlisted poems selected by the jury of poetry society of India. I couldn’t win though, but it is a huge motivation to keep trying. Here it goes:

We are the Doctors


We  are  the  healers, we  cure,  we  care,

Cope  with  plights,  only  few  would  dare,

We  are  everywhere; so common yet  so  rare,

The resilient, eccentric & beyond compare,

We who missed the dusk of adolescence;

Solving MCQs  & juggling  books  for  reference,

Suffered in saudade  to  don the white coats,

Trying  to  be  resolute  while  riding  many  boats,

We  study  not  only  medicine, but  law  to  stats,

Playing multiple tricks with solitary hats,

For us, winsome moments are like spam,

And life is only what is  left  between  exams,

We  who  graduate  as  our  friends  finish  PGs,

A  suffix for  our  names, sure  doesn’t  come  easy,

Can’t  take  shortcuts; we  must  take  the  longer  route,

MD, DM & more; we study  till  there’s juice in the fruit,

The  Stethoscope  is  our  crown, a  cachet  you  can  bet,

It  is  ‘THE  RESPONSIBILITY’; and as  big  as  it  can  get,

We  treat  people  irrespective  of  caste, colour  or  time,

Doesn’t  matter  if  covered  in  vomit, blood  or  slime,

Because saving  a  life  is  worth  every  dime,

And  we don’t hesitate to  put  our  own  lives  on  the  line,

Friends  and  family  spend  the  nights  alone  and  dizzy,

‘Coz  we  are  notorious  for  being  perpetually  busy,

Live like luftmensch; whom people often misconstrue,

As we associate  first  rains  with  malaria  or  dengue,

We  are  the  misfits, flamboyant but  nerds,

Willingly sitting in  cage  but  immanently free  birds,

We   allow  for  prejudices  and not  be  judgmental,

Specialise in handling  mobs while  being  gentle,

We  must  always  be  composed  and  calm,

And it’s not  always  easy; ‘coz  yes, oh  darn!!

Deemed  gods  when  we  save and  killers  if  we  can’t,

But we try & make a wish; which only the gods can grant,

We  are  the  doctors; the  healers, protectors,

Spreading smiles, we are just the vectors,

Reverence is what we seek, but a smile may sure suffice,

We only want all to be safe; healthy, wealthy and wise,

Healthy, wealthy and wise…

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The all India poetry competition is happening this year too. http://www.indianpoetry.org/ALL%20INDIA%20POETRY17.pdf Don’t miss the deadline, Good luck:-)