Krishna
My twin earpieces dangle from my fingers, detached, phone blaring songs on speaker now
It's a wonder she frowned but didn't wake up but how?
Weeks blurred into this oblivion she launches at me, a total two
And i always come back to see her sleep away her life, as if it's so cool
An escape, I understand
But I am done watching the expression cast on her face,
I am curious to see the reflection of her dreams in her eyes...
For how must they be? Black, blue, coffee, river or haze?
There's us in the library but none
My fingers drumming with the upbeat music,
Hoping it'd be enough to draw her to reality and oh I'm so ready if she can't stand it and take it out on me
To know this strange sleeping beauty,
It'd all be worth, I smile in glee
Waiting..... waiting and waiting....
There ....she stirs, eyebrows pulled together,
Mouth curved in a grimace already
A grin sits on my own as I watch her eyelids unfurl
Oh my heart locks in those dreamy depths
Kohl lined, dark, coal colored wet well of tears,
I see my own reflection in those crying orbs
The magnetic force she unleashes in layers,
Even for me, Is too much to absorb....
Downward, Silent flowing waters
Waiting to crash and cause emotional floods,
Waiting... waiting.... waiting...
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Hare Krishna 🙏
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Longing for belonging ~| A Poetic Tale Of Love |~
PoetryWelcome to a Modern Radhe-Shyam tale of deep and pure love. Where Krishna finds himself drawn towards Radha, on the contrary, she is mostly annoyed with his nuances. Read on to find her 'Longing for belonging' turn into a great love, Across empty mi...
