Oh, right.
Mortals cannot find you with their eyes.
But
These pair of eyes, Krishna
Find you
In your mere absence.
In the flame of my golden lamp,
I see you.
In the quiet moment between two heartbeats,
I hear you.
Everytime I smell butter,
I smell you.
Everytime the flute brushes against my skin
The one you left me
I feel you.
The swarm of bees
Still hum the lilting tunes of your
Beloved lute.
The trees and cows
Still bow in obeisance.
Tell me, Krishna.
How have I been so senseless all this while?
Isn't it ironic?
How you're
Nowhere.
Yet,
Everywhere.
YOU ARE READING
Radha's Krishna
PoetryRadhaRamana, The Beloved of Radha he is. He is everything, in everyone. He is sung, he is loved, he lives. But Radha? ______ Narrated in the voice of one of Hindu mythology's most powerful characters, Radha's Krishna is a collection of poems, an o...
