One in a Thousand

O Krishna!

There may be lakhs of ants in all,

But very few do on Your beautiful creatures crawl.

There may be crores of flowers to Mother earth born:

But oh! only a few do Your handsome looks adorn!

There may be uncountable atoms of gold worn by men:

Only a select many are made into Your jewels even then!

There may be infinite lengths of thread woven:

But to tailor Your garments, only a few get chosen.

There may be many a hundred destination in Your Creation:

Each may have its flavours and each its own temptation

But dear Parthasarathy!

Allow me to find in Your Lotus Feet shelter with sheer dedication!

Morning Miracle

Dear Friends,
A recent story in "All About Krishna" that i posted.
You can read it here: A Miracle of His

Your Eyes Turned Away!

O Lord!

i am but Your meagre slave,
And, i have no respite You save:
Let me not wither in the wilderness!
Let me not be alone to despair and madness!

Your eyes steal every heart they rest upon:
Then why to rest on me they take so long?
Your powerful finger that lifted the hill:
When will they rest on mine and my mind's void fill?

Whether You hold me close to Your broad chest,
Or leave me lost like a child in a fest-
Whether You by Your smile my senses astound-
Or wring this heart by Your punishing frown:
i have none but You, my Lord!

O Lord who blessed a friend who wanted a handful of rice
To be more than Kubera richer thrice-
O Heartthrob who stole away the Gopis' garments
Will You not steal this slave from Your imposed torments?

i have no voice to fight
Coz i have believed You are always right!
If i be wrong forgive me and take me;
If this is some game, lost to You let me be!

Keep me Yours!

When Your procession passes my threshold:
With awe Your majesty i behold!
And then, when me in Your beautiful smile You hold,
You have me frozen at that very threshold!

O Lion-Faced Lord! How great a gift:
That washing the streets on which You tread is a way to live!
How do i thank You for the kindness You bestow?
How do i describe the seed of longing You have sowed?

To be lost in Your glance every morning, Dear Parthasarathy,
To beget the smile at the corner of Your beautiful lips hiding;
To drink the nectar that touched Your feet:
Oh! Oh! Oh! What else is there to seek?

Oh Dear Lord! Forever keep me Your slave,
Forgive me when guilty and naive:
Dearest Lord of my Heart! i love You so-
Keep me Yours, i ask You no more!