Author Archives: Dr Swati A Gadgil

About Dr Swati A Gadgil

Anaesthesiologist , practising since last 30 yrs in Mumbai and medico legal advisor. Counsellor for Children at Puberty , Parenting , Stress Management , Motivation and Peace MBBS DA LLM Postgraduate in Human Rights Postgraduate in Hospital management Founder President of NGO, Dombivli Women's Welfare Society and it's youth wing NayaSavera Published three books of poetry Columnist and writes on various topics like Stress Management Appointed by Times of India as Consultant for their NIE Newspaper In Education Program Recognised by Medical associations and Rotary Speaker and panelists on Tele media, print media and National and International conferences Taekwondo Red Belt

It’s My Birthday

Its my day
Its my birthday
I was born….
to my mom
it was Fun Day,
Solomon Sunday
born on Monday?
I was born on Fun Day….
born to smile,
born to laugh
born to harness
all troubles and torts
Yes I was born….
born to fly
and rise high in the sky
don’t ask me why
but I was born….
born to think,
and feel the pain
of void and darkness
to light again,
and teach how to love
in the journey to grave
I was born….
to infuse confidence
and define respect,
muster courage
to battle the rest,
peace and harmony
at my behest
I was born….
to dispel darkness
and brighten lives
to my ability
wipe teary eyes
I was born….
please understand,
my passion and mission,
don’t trample me
with burdens of profession,
I was born….
they say to me,
I need ‘Me Time’
to them I say
I am Fun Time,
I bring happiness
I hold hands
I fight away evil
I have a magic wand
I am a Girl
I was born….
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Tangent or Circle

It was indeed a reviving sunrise
early morning it made me rise
happy cheerful and full of life
every day is just the same otherwise…
last night I was exhausted and full of ache
burden of life weighed through the day
rushing, pushing and brushing myself
against odds and evens off the shelf…
disappearing slowly in the sinking sand
only tips of the bugles seen of the band
vicious cycle of life and death
fading music and thin wrinkled hand…
earn and burn and turn against wrongs
ruthlessly scattered across ones path
round and round we go in circles
just like a game of dice and obstacles…..
just like a dog that chases its tail
moon rises when the sun sets sail
all in unison with the universal law
planets, moons and stars prevail…..
what goes tangent is an asteroid
it crashes, burns and buries its pride
falling stars though bless the souls
which pray and wish for an uneventful ride…
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Half Full or Half Empty

How to handle mood swings
The therapist was explaining
how to face ups and downs
I was in to mind training….
I pondered over his story
Of glass filled with water
half full or half empty
what sounds better?
If you say half empty
you are pessimistic
and if you say half full
you are optimistic……
I challenged his theory
I had something different to say….
when I say glass is half empty
it implies someone has sipped from it,
there is someone apart from me
to be a part of my life,
to share my evenings
to share my drink,
to save me from sinking
he too was drinking
holding my hand
sitting next to me…..
when I say glass is half full
it implies someone has not arrived
I am lonely
long evenings, full of wait
eyes gazing beyond the fence
drinks poured in the glasses
and agony to top
fear of freedom and
heartbeats to stop…..
I beg to differ Mr. Therapist.
I love to say
Glass is half empty!
and it will always be half empty
till we touch the finish line
in our three-legged race
at our own synchronous pace….
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Bar Encounter

Bar Encounter by Dr Swati A Gadgil

The young lad and the bartender
engaged in a conversation,
the bartender too a kid
with first burst of moustache
clean-shaven and shy
politely tending to customers high….
It was a special day !
The young lad wanted a quiet Celebration
he had graduated…
he now will be addressed as Doctor!
Doctor of Oceans, waves and sands
ships and submarines and flooding lands,
hardwork and midnight oil
mixed with fears
and strokes of bad luck to spoil
was through now, relax my dear…
he asked for the best and oldest beauty
gracing the bartenders rack
ohh.. she was sixteen years old…
he looked at her smiling bold
“let it flow in to my glass
on the rocks” he said
to chill my gullet he further added…
parched with anxiety, stress and fear
sleepless nights and sometimes tears,
but all that was now over…
he was on cloud nine with heart full of joy
confident and poised, a proud young boy!
there suddenly appeared a hulk of a man
perched in front of the half empty glass
standing lone on the bar counter,
grey hair and lines on forehead
just enough to tell his grade,
overpowering built and intimidating look
but a gentleman Surely not a crook,
having heard this boys success
he cheered him raising a toast
striking a general conversation,
thoughts exchanged, past lives told
to the details of his girl in gold…
cards from the past, present and future
laid out bare in the open,
how they mended fortunes broken,
boy born in the east, bred in the west
the middle-aged hulk was putting to test
good wishes and love, on the house pints
a tight bear hug of determined minds…
and the boy suffocated, a little scared
in a flash his light head cleared…
numbers noted and greetings galore,
young lad realised
so much to explore !
young bartender was a mute witness
to evolving wings, I am sorry
evolving fins … boy diving deep
in the blue green pacific
and rising high …
higher than the hulk
who was drinking like a fish
and digesting slowly
his intimidating but honest wish….
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It’s Good to Smile but…..

by Dr Swati A Gadgil
Good morning, Very Good morning!
How do you do? Very well, Thank you!
Fake are such greetings if not genuine…
Smiling face with hurt within
Is like a rose with a thorn pricking…
Steadily burns the red and green
Simmering heat and soot spreading…
brings more misery, anguish and pain
After all nothing to win and little to gain…,
It’s Good to Smile! But burying hurt is Sin,
Love thy heart, and firmly believe
thick is blood and water is thin…
Sort it out, talk it out
don’t lock your feelings
Churn them out
until you see the rising scum
else it settles deep, thick and firm….
Transparent smile always serves better
bottom of the heart seen crystal clear…
no webs no dirt no sludge to fear
now lets just smile forever dear…..
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Flame Tree

by Dr Swati A Gadgil
I had missed my train…
getting late was not like me,
I was always punctual
sincere and hardworking…
burden of keeping my image
would always push me around….
peaceful moments so many
slipping through
my knotty fingers
and my shuffling feet…
I stood at the platform
helpless as the train was gone
wondering when the next will come
and as I gazed up to the sky
beyond the edge of the long roof
of the long platform now empty,
I noticed the flame tree
standing tall by the rails…
but sad it was, indeed dull
now robbed of its red robe
it probably was feeling naked
failing to enchant passers-by
melancholy with few red strands
felt the agony of lone red bands
few firey tips on the lush green spread
why was it sad as if dead?….
behold the beauty, somedays not
somedays cold and somedays hot
rains somedays and somedays not
but flame tree is always hot….
gorgeous red or lush green it is,
Peace in life and Grace it is !
I paused for a while to look at it
sans red velvet but green grace was it..
heart to heart I talked to the tree
though flame was gone
it was radiating peace,
faith and confidence personified
that it will bloom even if denied,
by the railway track
engulfed in flame to rise beyond….
It promised to live forever for me
In memory of these moments
when we shared our plea,
waiting for the next train
chugging in and out
our friendship will stay
we had no doubts….
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Defining Me

I am impulsive
and a little obsessive
can’t deny being compulsive….
Spontaneity is my Trump
and I love it when I jump
with happiness, I cheer and thump….
Future I cannot plan
In the past, my best I ran
and in the present, Smile with my clan….
I write poetry
my emotions carefree
My love and passion, an evergreen tree….
I can’t premeditate
I can’t anticipate
fool I am; says the world, as I precipitate….
I was born
a girl, a thorn
I triumphed it all, now success I adorn….
I react and not respond
I can’t define but feel the bond
Am easy to please, but hard to correspond…
I am simple
small pleasures ample
my happiness yet no one can trample….
I am confident
I carry a trident
Empathy, a big smile and honest intent….
What is better
I do not bother
I react or respond, it really doesn’t matter….
As long as I love
peace and the white dove
Million blessings, will always fill my trove…
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Mornings Are Bright

Why mornings are beautiful
Why mornings are positive
Why mornings are bright
and why are they always right?…..
I got my answer yesterday
when I started a poem in the night
It was about the cyclone
its devastation and its might…..
It was all about fear
and loss of near and dear
It was all about deluge
and gushing sea and tears…..
I was sad and overwhelmed
with crumbling houses and soaked grains
uprooted trees and
overflowing drains
halfway I stopped writing
my eyes teary and eyelids drooping
exhausted and weary
the night was damp and sinking….
Then came the morning
colourful birds chirping
my breathing easy
and I was singing…..
Bright rays of sun
sneaking through my curtains
Hope is eternal
I was certain….
I picked up where I had left last night
I had shifted track
feeling of delight
No depression no aggression,
Morning was bright,
Full of hope and abundant smiles
Love and positivity running miles,
thats how magical mornings flow
Full of Power to Rise and Glow…..
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Rising Sea

Sea was swelling huge
waves were rising high
sands on the shore
were sinking with a sigh…..
ships deep in the ocean
navigating through
raising their nauticals
praying was the crew…..
Cyclone was brewing
deep in the ocean
only to land
amidst cataclysmic destruction…..
Year after year
every year
around the world
and in my pier,
Sea gushes in,
engulfing all
washing away every thing
standing tall….
why this aggression?
in our recession
causing depression
and taking possession
of little that we have…
swoosh comes His magic wand
Noah’s ark afloat, and sand
rushing with the swirling band
of waves caving and convexing
rising up to the sky….
human mind is no different
when in turmoil,
soon comes depression
followed by aggression
and surely ends in destruction….
yes, the same rules apply
to wind water earth and sky
turmoil will surely destroy
But love will certainly deploy
peace, prosperity and harmony
though cyclones may land many…..
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Gratitude should be one’s attitude
It surely helps in multitude…..
It releases blessings
It diminishes ill feelings
It nurtures love
It saves human beings,
from monstrous ego
and disastrous pride
which pulls one down
on a long winding slide,
Grace and Dignity
in thought and mind
breeds affinity
and assists to unwind,
Being grateful for every breath
and every beat of your heart,
every sound heard and
every syllable uttered,
Being grateful for peaceful sleep
and every waking hour,
every finger that you lift
and every step of yours,
Being grateful to the peasants who toil
and the fields with black rich alluvial soil,
every tree along the path which you tread,
fragrance of every flower that blooms
blue violet pink and red,
Being grateful to those who hurt
and also to those who place malediction,
As they are the great teachers
who bring resilience, endurance and fortitude
Thus making Gratitude an Attitude
surely serves in multitude….
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