Wednesday, November 14, 2018

Magic kingdom

I clean
She sings
Of mundane things

I cook
She talks
Of imagined walks

I listen
She chimes
And makes up rhymes

I scribble
She sketches
Destroys evil witches

I smile
She kisses
Away all my hits and misses

I'm blessed
She's here
Living her wonder years

This is no ordinary life
It's our magic kingdom

(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)

Patient and lonely

My eldest
The soul of this Enterprise
Lies all alone in the darkness
Away from all she loves
She and I await
The judgement yet to be passed

I'm ashamed and ridden with guilt
That it took me so much time
To sense her pain
As her stoic little heart
Withstood the agony of neglect
Wordlessly, and smiling

The more I try to be that person
The less of a Mother am I
Women can truly have it all
Just never at the same time

And yet what I want outside of Motherhood
Has forever eluded me
The title, the wages
Nothing but child's play to most
Are a forever-out-of-reach carrot
To this donkey

I've no patience left
Patience is what brought me here
In the first place
Put my head down and work they said
Apparently that only applies to women
And immigrants
While the Trumps of this world
Shall leave a lasting legacy behind
Gloating over us lesser mortals
With hard-won degrees and
Award-worthy patience

Time with her is what makes me
Her love is what saves me
She is all alone in the darkness
How am I the lonely one?

(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)

Thursday, May 24, 2018

Poem: Frozen in Time

Here I go again
Waiting for the Big Thaw
Watching a hive of activity
Beyond these walls of ice

Isn't a freeze
Meant to preserve?
Instead
Every passing moment
Adds a new line to this wizened face

Isn't a frost
Meant to be a balm against all feeling?
Instead 
It deepens the sting
Like an acupuncture-gone-wrong

Shouldn't the ice
Conceal my heart?
Instead
It reveals to the world
Its every flaw

Here I go again
Defrosting slowly
Painfully
As the universe softly burns
Beyond these walls of ice


(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)

Sunday, July 09, 2017

Poem: My Forever Best Friend

In my lonely life
You were my North Star 
When all hope wandered away 
I'd call 
And you answered
Well, mostly

You never had the right words 
Nor what I needed momentarily 
Yet you stood steadfast blinking 
But never looking away, 
Never shrinking 

I walked away many a times 
Frustrated, defeated, not knowing 
How to be someone 
That you might need 
Yet you never faded
Were never gone too long

You were not what I needed 
Nor I someone who could ever fit in 
Your world
But you were so much more
You were my only friend

You're not here now
And I'll cope
I'm like that
Disloyal, frivolous
Painfully sensitive
Ardently caring

But you win
You've forced 
Your charming way
Into being
My forever (and only!)
Best friend

#jessisnomore #lifeafterjess

(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)

Friday, May 12, 2017

Poem: The Old Bungalow

My mornings are spent
Defending critters from each other 
And themselves

The Redbird with its broken talon
The fat brown dove bullying its younger mate
The sparrows pecking at my marigold
Having words with the squirrel

I’m once again that little girl
Who roamed the grounds of that old bungalow
Playing out imaginary scenes
Rescuing critters who didn’t want to be rescued
When my life was this one long journey
I had yet to undertake

I hadn’t many friends I could call my own
Who wants to hang around Miss Goody Two Shoes?
And yet I had the best of childhoods
Thanks to that old bungalow

Children will invent games if you’ll let them
I tell the other mothers 
As my little girl acts out complete scenes
From movies she recently watched
When her friends would rather play with each other
She doesn’t mind
She goes it alone, for several hours 

She is nothing like me
And yet she is
We both learned or knew
How to be friends with solitude
Because we never are alone
When we have ourselves
And an old bungalow
Filled with critters

As a mother stands guard
To fill in the spaces

(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)

Tuesday, May 09, 2017

Poem: The Wait

Patience is a virtue.
So say the hapless victims
Of that wicked siren
Called Hope.

In what must an Atheist
Put her faith?
In Hope?
In all that is just and right?
That sounds too much like
Religion
For her taste.

How must a Romantic
Defend her faith?
With science and probability?
Cause and effect?
Or fact-based evidence?
Where's the fun in that?

Maybe the distraction of the debate
Between her twin souls
Is Patience after all!

Well,
At least it helps
Keep her company
As she waits.

(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)

Friday, September 16, 2016

Poem: The Woman Entrepreneur

The journey of a million miles
in pursuit of many lofty goals
began with but a simple dream

No tides no oceans no raging rivers
no! these meandering waters
fell in with the driver's theme

I am done disrupting
now I build an empire
from what's left of a pile of rubble

While you wonder if I could
handle the machinery of trade
here I am already starting trouble

(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Poem: A Birthday Song

My little angel
My Joan of Arc
My sweet Ariel
My Tony Stark

Of all their traits
You were made
Wit and beauty
Skill and staid
Sweetness, kindness
Beauty of heart
Bright and sassy
Too smart for art

You are the wind
Beneath our wings
Unbending, undefeated
And inspiring
But best of all
My little one
You are you
When all's said and done

A birthday full of gifts
Is par for the course
And my first is a promise
Of love of course
Whatever the outcome
Whatever the game
Whichever the battle
Or beast to tame
Your Dad & I will travel with you
Today and always

(C) VedicVerses