Saturday, January 24, 2015
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
#jesuischarlie
© 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
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
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
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
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
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)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
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