Poem: Lost

Too weary to move
Too intimidated to try
My own choices
Brought me here
But where's here?
I'm so lost!

Poem: Stuck

Got some gunk on my shoe
And now its stuck
Now its a part of the sole
Just some more muck
I'd wash my shoe but
Is there any point?
Where I tread, there'll be more
Its a constant lament
Kinda like this phase
And a broken sorta luck
I'll make a friend out of Murphy yet
Sometimes its just comfy to be stuck

(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)

Poem: Spring

Looking forward to spring
The flowers, the daylight, the colors and more
Not that I have anything against this winter
But even the most content of bears
Need to come out of hibernation at some point!

(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)

Poem: Morning After

I'm glad I'm a happy drunk
That I'm still smiling
After all the things I said
That I'm still standing
After all the things I did
That my inner devil is just a lot of mush
That my friends still care whether sober or sloshed
Yeah, I'm glad I'm a happy drunk

(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)

Poem: Sleep

Oh to sleep another hour
What I would give to be so lucky
Blessed are husbands and dogs and children
Being a mom or a wife's plain sucky!! 

(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)

Poem: Moving mountains

Conniving away, but not getting anywhere
Facing a boulder of a phase that just won't budge
What lever to use, what inner strength to touch?
I want to move a mountain, with just a little nudge

(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)

Poem: What do you see?

What do you see 
When you look at me?
Can you see through
My vain attempts
At concealing
My uncertain
Faltering courage?
Can you sense
How I seek
Approval
Despite every rational 
Bone in my body?

What do you see 
When you look at yourself?
Do you see as I see
Your every vulnerability?
The story unfolding 
Before my eyes
In so many unspoken
Sensibilities?

Do I really know you
As well as I do
Without ever knowing you?
My soul like a sponge
Absorbs every imagined emotion
Twists and turns with you
For no reason other than
You remind me of me
Not so long ago

Can the universe 
Really be
Such a small space?

(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)

Poem: Vulnerable

Not old but not so young
Experienced now
Mature perhaps
Been there done that
More to do
But have a game plan now
No blindfolds, no rose tinted glasses
Proven strengths
Known weaknesses
Not a quitter
Learned when to give up
Bruises earned
Knowledge reaped
Game-face on
Playbook at the ready
Prepped to take on
The next challenge...

And yet
The heart is so
Vulnerable

(c) VedicVerses (Rucha Gokhale)