Author Archives: Swati A Gadgil

About Swati A Gadgil

Anaesthesiologist , practising since last 25 yrs in Mumbai and medico legal advisor 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

On The Tree Top

On the tree top
much coveted place
green and thin
tall and lean
rich and gullible
on the tree top….
touching the sky
blue and high
strong winds blow
cold and dry
on the tree top….
vigorous shaking
painful breaking
emotions riot
reputation dangling
on the tree top…..
neither birds nest
nor fruits on me
flowers scanty
twigs empty
on the tree top…..
what did I crave for
what did I desire
what did I deserve
definitely not fire
on the tree top…..
© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

Tear, Tore, Torn !

Tear , tore , torn ! 

mind and soul worn

out of slush ,

greed envy jealousy 

pricking thorns ,

floods of filth 

decrepit thoughts , 

Bear , Bore , Borne !

flesh and bones 

wriggle in thick skin ,

sentiments hauled

systematically mauled ,

material world 

emotions baulk ,

Wear , Wore , Worn !

green pastures gone 

blue skies burn 

red flare of emissions 

life’s dismissal 

distress disaster 

where is the Master ? 

Burn , Burned , Burnt ?

we all mourn

happily destroyed ,

water air earth

everwhere denied ,  

icebergs melt

flown with floods 

Go , Went , Gone !!! 

© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

Candescent Coals

Candescent coals 
heap of firewood ,
simmering pot
mad mad thought ,
deep in my mind
time to unwind
I say to myself ,
glow in your light
with all your might 
though nights are getting 
long and cold 
be like jabong
have your hold
slipping moments 
on soggy ground 
staggered foot prints 
in wet red soil
strewn twigs 
yellow orange leaves
big and small ,
to the depleting
heap of firewood 
I say ” I am good “
around the candescent coals
© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

I Need To Forget

I need to forget myself ,
just ignore and let ‘Me’ vanish
my image my identity
my name and ‘Me’ ….
I am in search 
of something divine ,
calm and beautiful 
full of life ….
energy and peace
I do not know 
what it means ?
what am I looking for ,
solitude or company ?
confused , Am I ?
To find a way
I need to lose my ‘Self’ ,
it brings ego 
ego brings hurt 
hurt brings agony
all in tow ,
a basket full of sorrow ……
hence I start ,
in search of a state
no name no face
no life no trace , 
just peace around …..
world of glow
gallons will flow
mingle and dissolve 
this puzzle I solve ,
now I know
I need to melt
I need to forget ……
© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .ReplyForward

I Am The Ocean

The sea , sky , mountains
Creators muse
Me , just an excuse
for the universe to mock
Me , a tiny speck ….
a particle of sand
spread on beaches ….
or a drop in the ocean
with salt identity ,
taste of life …!
life of a speck
breathing in and breathing out ,
I boast , I rule , I govern !
I run , I turn , I churn !
Solar system I conquer….
yet I am a drop in the ocean !
Who punctures my ego
who ruins my spirit ?
I need to introspect
the soul of a speck….
I think , I ponder ,
I widen my vision ,
Do I see clear
Far and near
here and there
souls do I fear ?
Now I realise ,
I am the ocean
I am the soul
I am the universe !
though just a speck
am not a drop ,
am images cropped
of a vast canvas ,
we enmasse ….
I am the ocean
I am the soul
I am the universe….
© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

He said

” Be calm 
  Be peaceful
  Be aware “
He said to me ……
” Life is easy 
  Life is beautiful 
  Life is rich “
He said , ” believe me ” !
I was always on the edge
jittery tattery 
faltering and tripping
screaming and weeping 
” cool down ” he said
with a naughty smile 
sneaking out of his moustache 
spreading across his face
and comfort in his green eyes
I tried to adapt 
I tried to gather
I fell down and hurt ,
bruised knees
remind me of my tether ,
Better late than never
his peace caught on my soul 
his demeanour brushed on my whole 
now in control 
now nothing to troll
though balance and equations 
defying laws of physics 
Me with my ethics 
and He with his basics
” Be calm ,
  Be peaceful ,
  Be aware “
He said to me ! 
© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

Hooked


—————–

Whorls of smoke

whiffs of substance

hard spirits burning

down the gullet

for agonies of life 

to melt in …..

pain , distress , despair and hell ,

with every attempt 

in which you fail ,

Self esteem waning ,

failure gaining …..

to triumph over destiny

roll the dice and move ahead ,

a square at a time 

or lunge by six ,

just grab your peace ……

truce with destiny 

not grieve in pain ,

for missing the bus

might give you a flight….

so dont despair , 

drown and asphyxiate , 

in spirits and fear…….

Gift yourself a life

Self Regard and Worth ,

get rid of fags

and boozer tag , 

a sincere attempt 

to rise and shine 

not a case of smoke and mirrors thine …..

to obsure and embellish

stand firm and vow , 

to honour and bow

to your lungs and liver 

and brain , anyhow 

help thyself

before its late ,

when people around 

will assign it to fate ,

will call you a loser

destined to die ,

blame you for being enslaved

to kicks and high…….

Wake up my dear

its never too late ,

its not a point of no return yet…….

I wish you my life

my happiness my love , 

fear the depths 

of dark dreamy troves , 

they deceive they devour

steer away 

steer away , my dear !

© *Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved* 

lesson

Arrogance , pride and ungratefulness ,

crept in slowly in to every cell ,

always yelling , shouting and laughing ,

belittle others was a hobby tale……

selfish , miser and overcome by glory ,

purging praise and love for self ,

never realised that this could end 

a stroke of destiny , no one could help……..

now a loner yet praising himself ,

praying for success , bribing every deity ,

astrologers being tried and 

rituals followed , yet no sunshine

but ego , me and mine , all are fine…….

lessons not learnt , fading glory and fame ,

riches and jewels slipping away ,

now pleading and praying , 

desperately trying , 

to reset life , on tracks to fit ………

while he still feels , 

he is a jewel , rotting in hell , 

while he screams and yells 

God has his tale , a lesson to tell…….

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Mute world

M

They were looking at each other
they always looked at each other !!!
their eyes face and hands
amazing language they had ,
they were together , hand in hand
in their mute world….
melancholy tunes , turning blue ,
colours of rainbow
splashing through ,
agitated discussions
opinions and arguments ,
so much chaos ,

yet silence prevailed
in their mute world……
strong and firm ,
ideas and vision ,
in tune with the world
imagination galore ,
war and peace
always within ,
in their mute world…….
yet determined to thrive ,
grow and strive ,
so what if no sound
no syllables found ,
They were looking at each other
they always looked at each other !!!


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Obsession

I say ; this is my house ,
I say ; this is my car ,
I say ; this is my farm ,
and so much wide and far ……
I am a rich man !
my house painted in zinc
silver bronze and gold ,
every inch of my ceiling and
every inch of my wall ,
mysteries unfold , 
of exotic collections
of lamps and barks
antiques and jewellery
and stories untold !
I have earned a fortune
and want more money ,
for people to envy
my belongings so many !
my achievements multifarous
I certainly stand apart !
but I am not a snob
I mingle a lot …..
yet I love to cry foul
to save my gold pot ,
deep in my heart
I boast and am uncanny ,
as I count my earnings
in bills and penny ,
I met God one day
on my way to work ,
He asked me
what I value the most ?
what I would love to keep
and forgo the rest ?
I replied in haste ,
I want my villas
and cars and riches
name and fame
and golden beaches ,
He blessed me with all ,….
but took away my sleep ,
my peace and my health ,
all in one sweep ……!
He took all of it away ,
gifted it to a worthy
who had just a penny !
God had asked this mortal
who had just a penny ,
what does he value ?
and regrets , if any ?
he had replied ,
” I treasure the green grass
and clear blue sky ,
which make my bed post
beautiful and high ,
studded with stars
and round silver moon
the morning alarm
with heavenly tune ,
of chirping birds
and leaves pruned ,
beating heart
One with you !
as you are the conductor
you are the musician
you are the percussionist and
You are my obsession ! ”


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