Rain
Rain drops, Turn into a stream, The prancing streams to a deluge Brushing off the dirt and grime, the world Feels Anew.
Shashi
Tranquil
RoaringRumbling Rain DropsRushing Rapid RiversTranquil amidst the Rattle and Roar The bridge
Many Nations within a Nation (an Indian Perspective)
Was on a Sunday shopping for the groceries and vegetable. And as I was moving around looking at the beautiful and multicoloured carts of the vegetable vendor’s, filled to the brim with colourful vegetables, something different passed through my field of vision. Rather a couple, the guy was north-east Indian and girl looked like she … Read more
Silence
Speak up A silent world Is a heavenly world Where only dead people live .
Crime to be a Women
Reading about the recent incidence of rape of a young Vet in Hyderabad my mind is stunned, numbed. Just cannot comprehend. It’s too difficult to understand. Why a women has to go through this. For no fault of her own. All I can feel is thedark and dingy roomThe rough cold floor Many hands feeling … Read more
Awake
Dim lamp Dull gloomy glow Curtains still, windows dark Ceiling fan, ticking clock and me Awake ©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar
Elitist Education and fragmentation of the Society. An Indian Perspective
Every day we read the news papers. And hiding somewhere in some obscure corner are the horrible and tragic news. We commute for work or travel for shopping and we have to deal with nuisance or tragedies like, The news of a young life taken away due to drunk driving. A young man killed in … Read more
Soul Collector
The Dark And eerie night Collector on the prowl Hiding in decrepit bodies Scared souls.
An Inspiring story about a patient suffering from cancer.
We always keep hearing that doctors make an impact on the lives of their patients. But there are many patients who also make a deep and lasting impact on their treating doctors. This is a story about one such patient. In those days I was a rookie medical practitioner. Had just joined an organisation as … Read more
Ode to friendship.
The rainbow of friends. I used to write a lot poems and short stories when I was in school. As all kids, who think that they have in them, to become writers or poets. Nonsense writings but somehow they used to be appreciated by a few people giving me a sense of importance and pride. … Read more