Friday, September 16, 2016

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

Friday, April 03, 2015

Poem: Seeking a Friend for the End

Lift me up 
Lighten my load
Tell me we'll make it 
To the end of this road

See the work I put in
To take it all in
Shield me from the judging
And the rest of the din

Take me in your arms
Wrap me in them tight
Make me smile with your silliness
Tell me stories in the night

This heart is so tortured
It needs your help to lighten up
People tell me don't be bitter
I'm not, I'm just fed up

This soul is so defeated
It needs some loving care
People tell me I'm depressed
I'm not, but I'm getting there

This smile is so wan
It needs a reason to exist
People say I'm closed to suggestion
I'm not, I'm just dealing with this

This spirit is all I have
A weak and fading light
People say I'm defeated
I'm not, I've got plenty of fight

I'm seeking a friend for the end
I'm seeking a kindred soul
I'm asking for an atom not a mountain
A tiny spot of sunshine to make me whole

Saturday, January 24, 2015

Poem: (She Doesn't Know)

There's a cloud over my head
(She doesn't know)
Deathlier than any sword
(She doesn't know)
Silver lining or not
(She doesn't know)
Its louder than a raging storm
(She doesn't know)

I have no God to offer her
(She doesn't know)
My faith is in my love for her
(She doesn't know)
But some days I love me more
(She doesn't know)
Some days I cannot save her
(She doesn't know)

I break out in cold sweat
(She sleeps softly)
I whisper her name in the dark
(She's snoring now)
I rub the sleep from my eyes
(She's waking there)
I hold her close in my arms
(She gives me a kiss)

I lie awake long after
(She doesn't know)
Stoking the resentment I sometimes feel
(She doesn't know)
Then she chuckles in her sleep
(She doesn't know)
And I fall deep into my own guilt
(She doesn't know)

Was it my doing and its consequence?
(She doesn't know)
Or the queer workings of happenstance?
(She doesn't know)
In this way do I get my comeuppance?
(She doesn't know)
Planted seed, sowed this circumstance?
(She doesn't know)

All I can do is await the day
(She doesn't know)
Try to predict the outcome
(She doesn't know)
How will she judge me in some future there?
(She doesn't know)
Worse than I do in this present here?
(She doesn't know)

How do I tell you of this coming fate?
(You don't know)
Smiling you will embrace the day
(You don't know)
As they take you away to 'heal'
(You don't know)
Will I watch trust's demise in your eyes?
(You don't know)

Don't think less of me my little one
(I hope you know)
I'd take your place if I could
(I hope you know) 
Don't judge too harshly when time is come
(I hope you know)
Black though my deeds, my heart is good
(I hope you know)

© VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)

Thursday, January 08, 2015

Poem: Your Prejudice

Keep your prejudice
In a time capsule
Bury it deep
For progeny, you fool

Open your eyes
To the damage you do
To self, to us
Who must endure you

You complain
Of injustice done
In ancient times
When battles could be won

Who will survive
Humanity's downfall
When a mere atom
Can obliterate all?

An apocalypse stirs
Beneath shallow tinder pools
Hate is a spark
In the hands of fools

Keep your prejudice
In a time capsule
And if it is unearthed
We'll have survived you


© VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)

Monday, January 05, 2015

Poem: Instagram

I look at your Instagram
I reach out
My fingers find a cold screen
At the end of their journey
I want to know the back-story
I'd ask but
I'm too afraid to break the code
Is there one?
I've often wondered
Your pictures weave a beautiful story
More beautiful than my feeble attempts
Story-telling is such a magical gift
Poetry is merely gilded
Emotional barfing
I've been bulimic
For so long
I've forgotten
What its like to be full
I stumble upon words
My vocabulary is accidental
Its the reason I thought
I'd take up photography
And I've been hash-tagging my way
Along, since then,
On my Instagram
But my prison has a limited view
There are only so many pictures
I can take
Of that beautiful sky
And its lonely gulls
This place has just 2 seasons
Worth shooting
But your Instagram
Breathes and bounces
It has a life of its own
You make even a lonely
Telephone pole
Seem alluring
I've had a good run
My life has been full
Of its own little magic
But its dull now
My attempts at coloring it
Seem almost desperate
I wonder... if I had your skill...
I wonder if I could
Instagram my life around
(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)

Tuesday, December 09, 2014

Poem: My promise

I like it when its quiet
I’m allowed it
A few minutes everyday
Its quiet without
But there’s a din within
Being hard on myself is easy
Jumping up on a pedestal
Only a little more work
Accepting the simple plausible truth
Staring back at me from the mirror
Somehow, is a hike

Always, I waited
For them to leave
And my heart bled
Till it could bleed no more
Yet I was lucky
For they left in time
But not this time
He is sticking it out
How this will end
Is anybody’s guess
I wait and watch
As that weather-beaten organ
Continues to bleed dry

Do I dare hope?
Is that love in the shadows?
Waiting for me
Waiting for our chance
To arrive finally
Or does it get ready?
To buckle its shoes and run
It needn’t go far
It is already out of reach

Someday my sweet darling
You and I will be the queens
Of a quiet little villa on a beautiful hill
In a faraway sunny place
With white wide verandahs
Through which cool breeze dances
Under a hot sun
In the shade of some humble tree

And I will set you up to win
In every way
In life, in love
At work and at play
Yours will be my final victory
Snatched from the jaws of defeat
By my poor weather-beaten heart

This, I promise you

(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)