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


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 ! ”

(© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .)

Kids in shreds

Kids in Shreds

We were clicking
pics so many
whispering in ears
I love you honey …..
the google location
mattered more
so did the pout
and the hugs galore…..
when there was a black out
deafening blast ,
my men in shreds
all bloody red
roses for love
red hearts and doves
all silenced in a moment
humanity in despair !
My kids , though poor
are fearless sure
choosing to sacrifice
leisure and love
My kids ! my kids , on border
serving the nation
a bolt from dark skies
cannot be a deterrent
They screamed and cried ,
laying their brothers to rest…..
to wrap in the flags
nothing was left ,
they all were one
in life and death
I know not ,
where should I lay the wreath ?
life will go on
for me and you
just remember them
for moments few !
soon there will be
green grass and dew ,
where the kids lay
in shreds they blew ,
winds will blow
of agony and anger
over my nation
as emotions grow stronger ,
let every eye
have just one tear…..
for every mother
who gave her child
to the blazing border !

( © Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .)


Rope from the ceiling 
noose made perfect
a small table 
right underneath ,
syringes filled 
with killer potion
needles by the side
ready to pierce ,
Balcony wide open
no grill no glass
windy on top
dark clouds with floss ,
roaring sea 
rushing waves
with arms wide open
distant gaze ,
speeding train
clanking wheels
a free style jump 
or lying still ,
People were asking
Is he mad ? 
Is she insane ?
Stop him quick !
Hold her please !
He and She make the World 
He and She break the World…..
Is it so easy 
to take ones life ?
Who permits them ?
to torment …
to whisk out the soul 
which dwells within ,
such ungrateful hosts
cowards utmost ,
now wish to return…
but there is No Option 
To Undo and Restore ,
choking breath 
flooding lungs 
senses numb
soul squeezing out ,
all is lost 
in a single bout ……
madness infused
leading to death
so is that the great win 
having lost and run ?
pointing a gun
index on trigger ,
logic misfired
you are gone forever
so , is the problem solved ?
It multiplies further
hence ,  Stop ! My Dear !
Do Not Fear 
Run Back to Life
And Embrace Tight 
You Have To Fight !

( © Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .)

Balloon Seller’s Daughter

He was her father
he was her mother
he was destitute
but no one bothered ……
in reduced circumstances ,
he was raising her
and four others ,
clueless penniless
and tireless he was ,
yet not defeated ,
hope and perspiration
his nose to the grindstone
yet…fire in his stomach
air in his ware ,
colours on his strings
yet ends apart
he was selling balloons ,
she sprinting behind
holding the strings ,
happiness in air
air in her ware
smiling eyes
flaring nose
lips stretching
across her small face
smiles worth million dollars
frock in tatters
did it matter ?
she was rich
with happiness loads
filled in the balloons
though getting sold
to be replaced soon ,
he was her father
trading in happiness
cheer and glee ,
teaching her
not to fear ,
deal with hunger
filling air
gastric balloon
acid fire air
deal with it my dear …..
tender feet
trailing behind
balloons in hand ,
he was her father
now selling magic wands ….!!!
©Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

She is gone

She passed away last night…
he was holding gently
her old fragile hand ,
her silently weeping eyes
she opened them twice ,
was she looking for him
still worried for him……
now he had silver hair
receding hairline
worries abundant
cloud bursts often
life had no mercy  
it orphaned him now
his tears dried up
with assaults so many….
memories of gone years
will return to haunt ,
his first step with her 
his smiles and her tears ,
of happiness and fear
lest he should not 
trip and fall…
now though he stands firm
small paunch and grey hair ,
she continued to care
for dreams turn nightmares ,
she was a mother
in her nineties
fragile as a feather…..
it has not sunk in him
his losses countless ,
fiscal deficits
tangible measured 
intangible suffered ……
now her room is vacant
her clothes dry on line ,
but she is gone 
just her warmth around , 
she will continue to bless
from world apart
this side of the fence
he feels the void intense……
©Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

Happy New Year

I will start a New Year

Happy to be still here ,

Fighting fit

On my feet,

Smiles around me

Guarding my treasure,

Love in my heart

Passionate soul,

No one I fear ,

When it comes to care

And compassion, my dear ,

I resolve to grow stronger

Defined future

No one to suffer ,

Learn being human

Defeat addictions,

Determined to conquer

Weaknesses and gender ,

Let unconditional love

Ring in the new year ,

Year after year

I wish to be happy,

Happy and happier

New year will come by

Don’t be forlorn,

Just celebrate life

As years roll by !!!

©Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

The Warrior

Errors and chaos
random vectors ,
amidst all this
he was picking up pieces
of destiny shattered ,
missiles striking
all around him
he , trying to dodge them ,
lest one gets him .,…..
life crippled
house trampled ,
bricks and mortar
strewn on streets ,
he , looking for walkway
but none around ,
he finding his way
through heaps of rubble ,
tired exhausted
loads of trouble ,
he wandered behind
in the backyard
which once bloomed ,
head hung
shoulders down ,
no lines on forehead
no more frown ,
when he spotted
white streak in a corner,
a lily was alive !
he kneeled down beside ,
holding the tender white
he said , honey …
you were right ,
life will bloom again ,
I just have to fight ….
continue with might ,….
love you honey,
for being mine !
© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

Optometrists chart

There was some blurr

some darkness 

and some haze ,

dancing black spots

My vision fazed ,

banging blind ,

was it my glasses?

growing old with me

should I get a new pair?

was wondering though ! 

would it change my vision

or would it change the world ?

Is vision a game ?

A Truce with Destiny ?

lavish spread of pebbles 

which stay or roll, 

gather fortune or moss

we decide , my dear!

Attitude matters,

Perceptions deceive…

seeing through 

glasses or thin air….

eyes closed,

open mind,

views matter

within or without !

thoughts weigh heavier…..

vision will improve,

will wearing glasses 

make me see my dreams better?

please tell me ,

I am ready to wear

thick glasses to bed!

” widen your vision “

easier said than done!

choose from a spread

choicest of stars,

or opt silently 

for the lonliest of all,

its up to us 

to reflect the stars,

or with cloudy mirror

fear the dark…

 ©Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .


Wandering in search
I am lost since long ,
muzzled up
insane ,
chores of life ,
limbs and body
keep me winding
strings of fate ,
but destiny evades
happiness and sorrow
in spurts and spate ……
I lose fear
rush and dare ,
spirits rule
faith reigns ,
soul and mind
neither perishable
nor mundane ….
I gather myself
back in to this world
scattered pieces
set in the puzzle
beautiful picture
ready for fair
fun and frolic
thats life my dear……
© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .


There is too much in the closet
for me to handle ,
assorted moods ,
flairs of red white and blue
darting wildly at me
if I dare to open ,
peeping through keyhole
forcing it shut ,
tumbling down and climbing up
from bottom rack
to the upper deck ,
breathing free
then diving back ,
in to the bundles
of nerves wired and raw ,
jumble mumble
roll and tumble ,
all haywire
desire for symphony ,
notes and tunes
just a cacophony ,
There is too much in the closet
for me to handle
love , pain and ecstasy ,
I dare not open ,
lest it escapes in to void….
my love my heart
stay safe in my closet ..
©Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .