Author Archives: Swati A Gadgil

About 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

Counting years , Fearing lines .

Am I counting years
am I fearing lines ?
am I fighting wrinkles
and fast fading time ,
precious years
why waste in fear !
watching my breath
heart beats and death ,
sagging skin
popping bones ,
by the highway
long milestones ,
disappearing fast
gloom does it cast?
accept, my dear soul
someday you have to go
leaving this mortal world
and all that you owned,
miles of journey
ending in grave ,
now six feet deep
you better be brave ,
wreaths on top
and tears to flow
if at all there is
someone to mourn ,
the flowers too will go
as the winds will blow
the last precious things
that you feel you own ,
soon to be covered
with dust and dry leaves
broken twigs from rustling trees ,
so why spend hours
and days and months ,
trying to evade
what is evident to come ,
what begins will surely end….
born in the womb
will end in a tomb,
smile and laugh
for peace and calm
will always dwell ,
riches and jewels
will wither away ,
leaving you to dust
from where you rise ,
do not fear
the big mirror on the wall ,
for soul which is noble
will always stand tall …….
© Dr Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

Can’t Handle More….

Screams and cries
ringing in my ears
though I was not
anywhere near,
life oozing out
of bodies torn,
bulk exodus
wonder whether reborn..,
so brittle so delicate
almost as if
was worthless
mercilessly washed out
white in death ,
and bleeding souls
In yet beating hearts,
eyes blurred in kohl
crying to the last drop,
wailing mourning
satan is calling
casting a doom
on all that was green,
flourishing rich
with love and passion
laughter echoing
till sometime back,
gone with a boom
and a crash and plunge
fire at places and
watery grave for others,
life so cheap
gone by tons
weighing on my mind,
stunned with fear
world will end
sorrow and misery
unhappiness galore,
why so much pain
all around every day ?
will it ebb
or keep rising ?
me praying in fervour
may the prayers be answered
for enough is enough
can’t handle more
can’t handle more
can’t handle more..
© Dr Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

The Clock is Ticking

Back home sapped….
a mad day at work
grinding it was,
till last bit of breath
sucked out in drill,
the door clicked open
just a turn of the key,
my coat, bags, shoes
flew down to the floor,
I hit the recliner
my left arm flexed
covering my eyes
to ward off the light….
and slipped in to a slumber
only to realize
something was ticking
right in my ear ….
my left arm had it
a ‘time bomb’ fear
tied on the wrist
a time watch ticking
yes,
time was passing,
time is drifting,
time will fly,
its never allowed to standstill…..
hence it was ticking
left wrist in right ear,
me frozen in fear
just as I realized
time waits for none,
earth rotates
and revolves
what if it stops?
sky is moving
and so is the barn,
my floor, my ceiling,
and my house on the farm………
moments flow, hours pass
days drift, years laugh,
the very reason I chill
and continue to live,
happiness galore
no scope to be sore,
though delusions many
and ticking bomb,
win the race
beat the pace,
party aplomb
honour every moment
coming your way,
watch the clock, not for time
but just to remind you,
that every moment
somebody is born
and somebody is dying
that watch is ticking
and time is flying……
© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

Girl on the Train

Train halted with a jerk
was racing for fun,
not many on board
rattled in to the station….
She hopped in…
Her growing feet
sticking out
of dusty sandals,
though worn out
Her uniform speck and clean
water bottle sticking out
backpack dangling
with books
sparse and few,
and a small tiffin
for the girl growing tall,
with sparkling eyes
and sprint in her gait
wide smile stretching
across her thin long face,
winter morning chill….
black, red and white
wool in her coat
knitted tight,
hair in a pony
held neat
in a red velvet band,
our second meeting this was….
a week before
and today
in the same coach
she and me,
beaming happiness
her eyes and face
lit n’ brilliant,
as she spoke of dance
contest in her school,
lingering pride
one week old,
a million things
her gestures told,
unexpected encounter
the cohesion mutual,
we got off ….
destination same,
finding hard to walk away,
she almost stumbled
looking back at me,
I held her quick
and walked with her,
swing in her ponytail
confident gait,
to the fork on the bridge
where she turned right,
left me with a glance
eyes twinkling bright….
© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

He is a Magician

He is a magician
gestures, wand and hat
black robe and red scarf
hypnotizing, was he ?
with eyes focused
his hands turned
pigeons into rats …
flowers out of napkins
and juggling balls,
six at a time…
dancing stick
swaying high,
his fingers control
everything or eyes ,
i know not….
but the boiling pot
had chilled water
I know !
I was the volunteer
ready to be sliced
In the big
black case….
hanging my neck
on the chopping board,
what gave me courage,
what gave me strength ?
whether the red
turning in to yellow,
or the paper frills
turning in to dove,
anger in to peace
or frowns in to smiles ,
was it a bait
to captivate me ?
I wondered ….
felt like a chicken
or just like an egg,
full of faith
to be born again,
Bright and shining
with a whip of his wand,
He was a magician
in black silk robe,
He was a magician
big eyes and brows …

Robbed

Rays of the Sun
sliding down the hill ,
tilting a little
to go on the mill ,
running down the stream
in to the meadows green ,
spreading shine
on the grass blades thin ,
green lush carpets
thick and sparse ,
dotted with flowers
like yellow pink scarfs !
Rays of Sun
their hope of life ,
only resource
which never dies ,
Yes ! We ungratefuls
have robbed the earth ,
inhuman humans !
ashamed to say
Gods children are we ,
unabashed !
Unfair to generation next
never think of what is best ,
and what lies ahead
because Sun rises overhead
yesterday , today and everyday !
I sincerely pray
that on some day ,
let Sun be wise
and just not rise ,
leave us to destiny
to fend for ourselves ,
we do not Deserve
as we cannot Preserve…..
yet every morning
Rays of Sun
come sliding down …..
© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

Left Right Walking Right

He was walking
Left And Right….Left And Right ,
his feet flying
Left And Right Left And Right ,
tiny fingers on the right hand
entangled with his mom’s ,
partly wrapped in mom’s dress
and left hand swinging long ,
at times covering his left ear
with left palm pressing hard ,
as the goods train swooshed by honking
just like in the story by the bard ,
girders shaking
men brisk walking
yet he was rustling
two feet tall ,
with Left and Right and
Left and Right ,
legs swaying long !
For him it was bliss ,
He was off for a train ride
with the best person in his life
His Mumma , His Mother , His Maa ,
Me walking few steps behind
enjoying every step of his ,
envying him a lot !
Felt the urge to walk
in HIS tiny footsteps ,
tugging along with someone
with a sprint in my walk ,
No Challenge No Fear
No Pain No Tears ,
just bursting happiness
spraying around ,
Rhythm in his steps
walking like a music
newly found ,
pure and divine
soulful , sound ……!
I walked ahead
he turned around
only to blow the dust
from the corners round ,
he was a Special child ……
I stood still ,
frozen in the moment
tears to spill ,
but soon there was sunrise
to shine on the dewdrops ,
for our little boy to run after
And no one to stop ….
© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

Rise & Fall


Sun rises everyday
to go down in the evening ,
rise and fall
both marked ,
with a splash of colours
and riot of emotions ,
skies in the east
blow the trumpet of life ,
skies of west
bring melodies fine ,
sinking heart
melancholy gloom ,
horizon grey
and black will boom ,
soon to be dark
night of doom ,
celestial bodies now are born
born or seen ? but skies are torn !
And through it then
the stars dive down ,
wishes galore
should now come true !
yes , falling stars
bring me and you ,
cherished dreams
and the night will be through ,
for again the rays to pierce
the skies of east ,
dispel the darkness
and also my dreams ,
harsh and hot
but rays of hope ,
clearing the dew drops
the rising pole ,
traverses the sky
with colours saved ,
to disperse again
and say Good bye ……
© Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

iceberg

I do not write

 I do not speak

there is no waking as I do not sleep

,is this frozen state ? like an iceberg

motionless in one place

what is seen of me much more deep within frozen hard

I do not melt

cold ! am I ?

yes, I do not react

 I feel the impact

of things hit by destiny 

I do nothing

 they collide crash and divide in to pieces many

why blame me

am standing still

cold and chill

tip is seen

 rest deep within

you cant reach my heart

you cannot endure the chill

but if you can

the core is warm 

am standing still

waiting for you

 love deep within !

 © Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved .

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…..
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