Out of nothingness came that speck of hope,

That light that everyone tries to find at the end of a tunnel,

I, at the least was the master of my fate, though I must say that,

It was not the type of fate that you would envision for someone like me,

There were days when nothingness was quite the luxury.


Every day when the Sun rises,

I breathe with renewed hope,

Another day to welcome, Another gift to see the world around me,

My vision clears all misconceptions,

Am I not the survivor of ridden clouds.


I have lived more than the years that are upon me,

I have outlived the storm that had once straddled me,

Those storms, now I see them as hurdles so small,

At one time, they did overwhelm me.


Yes, out of nothingness I have seen a ray of hope,

Out of nothingness, I am but who I was meant to be.


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The Healing Riverbeds by [Shobana Gomes]



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Argentina, I have heard about you…

You were of days gone old,

Sultry looks, pouty lips, a sculptured face,

Your sensuousness redeemed a nation’s creed.


Argentina, the crops once grew wild,

Where the wars ravaged the gardens that thrived.

I often thought about the way,

the Americas shook with rage,

At the wickedness that besieged the devout.

Everywhere there were the tireless boredom of cold,

Did you see that,

Men were christened with blood swords,

Women, endowed with beauty bore crowns.

You remain steeped in thought,

Thinking, mastering plans anew,

I know Argentina, you, the simplest yet astounding,

You, the gentlest, yet – you will what is to come.


Argentina, I have heard of you,

Your steps are scattered like seed.

(I wrote this poem sometime back, I hope you enjoy it)


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The day white collared jobs turned blue!

Is this how it is supposed to be?

Me, after all that arduous studying, graduating, and finally a white collared worker, starting off with a reasonably high income, all because of my studious qualification, now, a confused, tired, needy, and lifeless individual.

I did think, at some point, I would work the hours I wanted and golf for the better half of the day.

Wasn’t that the promise of the illustrious status I had begotten?

Until, some virus taught me that I, a white collared worker, was just another blue collared victim in its eyes.

Until, the same virus taught me that I would have to do a blue collared job to survive the crisis.

Tainted hands, tainted lives! My life as unworthy as the next.

Not for the life of me, did I think that the world would look up to blue collared workers more than me, an MD.

Times have surely changed.

Of course, they needed my expertise, but here the warning signs go off. Who would carry the remnants of the blood-stained wipers, linen or diapers? Who would treat a contagious being. None other than I…

The risk of spread hangs by a thread.

Would garbage truck handlers risk their lives for the betterment of our community, if they aren’t paid. Their humble service a grateful realization to all and sundry, and their way to earn a living.

Who would sweep and clean the streets, if contagious virus pollutes the air? Surely not I.

For today, I am taught a lesson. A lesson in humility learnt the hard way. The cream of the crop no more, I am a danger to all as well as a healer. I have learnt to live my life as a sacrifice, the rewards attained shall be for the betterment of the world, and, not I alone.

Today as presidents, world leaders, royalties, billionaires of the world congregate to find a solution, they have come to realize that to live a healthy, harmonious life, they needed to have embraced bipartisanship, they needed to have destroyed bias, they needed to have decreed self-reliance, they needed to have respected policies, they needed to stop the chase for wealth, they needed to work hand in hand with the poor, instead of trying to infuse partiality to their own ideas and plans to meet their own selfish ends.

These elites have realized that they are just as vulnerable as the man on the street when something as dangerous as a pandemic seeps into society.

Maybe if all the wealth of the world is used to assist the caretakers, medical and social workers, the poor, and needy worldover, thousands of lives can be saved.

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