Sometimes, Krishna
I wish to sit somewhere
And stare
At you.
Take in your magnificent form
That has bewildered me since eternities
Since God knows which age
You might know, though.
The beautiful blue-black body of yours
Clad in shimmering yellow
A flute and a conch
At times the mace and the bow
Oh, how you've enchanted me!
In Vrindavan
We spent
All the time there was
Together
Yet today
Gazing at your footprints on the forbidden path of separation
I feel like
I could never have had
Enough of you.
Should've noticed earlier
The way you licked the butter off your fingers
The quickness with which you clicked them
The subtle steps of our eternal dance
The calmness of our magical union
To cherish them
For times like now.
Like they say, Krishna
You realise how precious something was
The minute details of its divine form
The unnoticed beauties
And the magnificence of something that once was mine
When
It's gone.
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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...
