Dr Moods

  Echoes that linger   Snaps can be deleted, Phone numbers erased, By distance we departed, Moments quietly displaced. No conversation carried, Yet time still lingers near— Those shared smiles remembered, The laughter we held dear. Echoes of joy remain,   Imprinted on my mood,   Like a sudden flash of light,   Showering me with gratitude. Moods — 26/5/2027

  TIME WINS A man once asked of Time, "Why is it that I always lose?" And Time replied, through frost and rime: "Whether sunshine glows or shadows fall,   Through the deepest night or the rain’s cold call, No matter how bitter the wind may blow,   I never falter; I simply go. I keep my pace, I keep my stride, With nowhere to linger and nowhere to hide. That is the secret to how I win:   I never stop, I never give in. If you wish to triumph, then walk with me— And a loser you shall never be." Moods 4/2024

  Staying Human in a Screen-Saturated World In a world dominated by algorithms, instant messaging, and touchscreens, we are experiencing a quiet crisis: the gradual disappearance of physical touch . While technology offers unprecedented convenience, digital connections can never truly replicate the visceral, healing power of real-world human presence.  The Core Reality: Why We Need a "Humanity Bath" The Antidote to Isolation: For introverts or those navigating depression, the world can feel overwhelming. Yet, isolation has a limit. Sometimes, we don’t need intimate conversation—we just need a "humanity bath." The Reassurance of Existence: Stepping into a crowded market, a sports game, or a busy street to be accidentally bumped, jostled, or surrounded by the masses is a primal reminder that we occupy space on this planet. Social media is Not Touch: Double taps, emojis, and avatars provide connectivity, but they la...

  I whispered to the morning winds, A quiet "Why?" beneath the sky. I wonder always why I let The trivial things annoy my mind— The things that time will leave behind. Whispering these thoughts, I moved along, Until I met my waiting song. Within my poem, I dwell in peace, Where all the worldly tremors cease. With pen and paper by my side, I let the silent rhythms guide. Lost within that sacred space, Until a breeze brushed past my face— A sudden blow of wind to wake The sleeping soul, for spirit's sake. In an eternal search for truth, I walk the path of aged youth. Alone within the wind I go, With words that only poets know. I mutter low, a secret gist: “True, a poet is a blind optimist.” Moods 4/12/2022  

  LET PEACE SET IN Peace is not weakness. Peace is a strategy.   Peace is a legacy. To global leaders shaping this moment: Choose dialogue over devastation. Choose humanity over headlines. Because, in the end, no civilization truly dies— But humanity suffers when we try to destroy one. MOODS IN PEACE 7/4/26

  I finally got it—I see it clear. I noted the things, both far and near,                               All the small troubles that I held dear. But I got it, in the space of a minute. So, what is the matter? What is the trouble within it?   The whole of the matter, the reason I say,   Is that the matter itself was in the way. It was one starry, deep midnight hour,   I woke, held tight in its gentle power,   At a sudden, soft knock on my door. A perfect surprise, but nothing more.   A phantom, a dream, a moment in flight, It was gone by the time I sought the light.   As I returned to the comfort of sleep,   I held the matter; I had it to keep. It was nothing, it’s true, but my own soul’s shade.   The quiet reflections that my shadow had made.   All through the night, it was there, taking shape, And in all of these matters, my so...

  Quiet compassion of community  A hand🙋 that reaches when heavy days fall, A wisher of comfort - the strength of us all  No burden too great, no stranger alone, We mend every fracture with care we have grown  A shoulder to lean on, a heart to see 👀 The quiet compassion of community  Listening to stories of suffering and fears  With kindness and love💌 that preserve dignity here  Moods 5/2026  HYD  

  Digital Chime The lake is gone, the hill is sold, The green has turned to grey and gold.   We pay for air we used to breathe,   While concrete hearts begin to heave. The notification pings—a digital chime, To hide the fact, we’re out of time. Moods 4/2026

    Real Talk in digital chime  No shallow words, no fleeting disguise, We seek the truth where compassion lies. Not screens that glow, nor digital haze, But voices clear in trust’s embrace. We turn off the noise, set gadgets aside, To walk with each other, heart open wide. Listening deeply, not just to reply,   But to understand — the reason why. Empathy valued, not quick transaction,   Dialogue rooted in soulful action.   Safe is the space, no judgment near, Growth through challenge, respect sincere. Assumptions questioned, horizons expand, Relationships nurtured by op en hand. Through real talk’s depth, connections climb,   Building bonds that endure through time. Moods 5/2026