This blog is dedicated to my dearest Krishna...mostly poetry, sometimes through the words of a Gopi, and sometimes, just my own musings...

Monday, November 7, 2011

Disjointed Chords

When i cannot see my Lord's beautiful face,
Where do i for my empty heart find solace?
When away from the one who my insignificant heart also stole:
My heart that greives for my lover: how will i console?

I try singing a song:
But all i end up with are disjointed chords!
I try (in prayer) to fold my hands-
But find my tears wetting the sands!

Where are those blissful dreams?
Where are those moments with my Lord love-sealed?
i beg of You (O Madhava!) to take me back
For, at this moment, my life does all meaning lack!

Love, they say, appreciates closeness in miles-
But, in reverse, my woes do pile!
So close, yet so far apart drawn-
Here, alone, feeling like a lost fawn!

When my mind in circles like this does run-
Where are You, My dear Thief, hidden-having fun?
Come, let me drink the nectar of Your presence once again-
Please do not let my pleas go in vain!

Friday, November 4, 2011

The Rainbow

It's been so long since i wrote for You, my Lord.
It's been so long since i did anything significant for You.
Needless to say, i find myself in a very insignificant place

Today, on my usual, everyday bus route, i found myself staring out of the window.
The weather outside reflected the state of my mind.
Even as torrents of rain poured outside, traitor tears lined my eyes.
i could not help it, i was thinking about how much i missed You!
Add to this the beautiful clouds aping Your colour, and i felt more miserable with myself than ever.

At that time, the girl sitting next to me tapped my hand. She woke me out of my reverie, and pointed out the window.
Sure enough, a beautiful bow now adorned the sky.
Soon, everyone was turning their heads in the direction of nature's ornament.

For those few moments, every single person-from the oldest professor to the haughtiest girl-became a child.
And just as a child jumps in joy, our eyes rejoiced the simple beauty of nature.

How Mother Earth could turn us into kids in Her lap once again, by exhibiting the littlest of Her wonders!

And, at that time, i realised that YOU are the RAINBOW of my life!
To see Your handsome face, i will even shed torrents of tears, if that is what you demand.

To listen in rapt attention even as Your beautiful red lips framed pearls of poetry, i wouldn't mind many thunderstorms.

To stroke Your toes with my finger-tips, to revel in Your presence, to see my insides knotting themselves, to but be in Your presence-Oh! what wouldn't i give!

To see Your beautiful eyes dancing about like the lightning among the clouds-my poor eyes will suffer the insufferable drought with anticipation of that moment.

O my Dear Lover, YOU ARE MY RAINBOW!
My mind secretly yearns for You even when i do not acknowledge it.
And, when it catches but one glance of You, my eyes dance about wildly, and my heart prances, reaches a crazy stupor and surrenders itself unto You.