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)