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

Tuesday, August 23, 2022

Far away

Krishna!

How far away is the heart

That strives to think of You!

How despondent the mind

That struggles to write for You.


As this slave sits in self-wallowing,

You appear like a strike of lightning!

The rains be my many struggles 

As long as at Your feet i find shade to snuggle!


Wednesday, September 29, 2021

An Ode to Shrinathji

 The skies engaged in a downpour copious,

Assuming the colour of my dark-hued Lord glorious!

And as tears of joy remained checked in my conscience,

The elements united to remind me of His presence!


A gentle draft so cool and soothing,

Like the call of His flute endearing;

The fragrance of mud wafting in the air,

Chiding me of He who the world in His wide mouth bared!


Drenched as I was twice over:

Once from the rains and at His feet i sought cover;

From a sly corner, His gaze had my heart aflutter!

And lo, His love enthralled me in a merciful shower!


Eight years ago, was when i made my first wish;

The magical eight year old has ruled my heart ever since!

Teasing, chiding, making me dance to His whims;

The Lord who held up the hill, at last granted me a glimpse!


Like a beggar beseeching alms,

There stood this slave with open palms!

Once passed over, once turned away:

I had been in anticipation of He to whose tunes the worlds sway!


Clad as He was in a gracious green;

In moments Srinathji had my heart preened!

Adorned He was with the peacock's plumage;

And to my ailing heart He granted anchorage!


He who is notorious for butter theft:

Oh! How i was tempted to follow His footsteps!

Even of tears these poor eyes are bereft;

A glance, a glimpse; a radiant blur is all that's left!




Friday, September 10, 2021

Near and Far

 A trickle of hope in a land destitute,

A beam of light in a path rather acute;

A ray of hope piercing through the shut window:

Such is the dazzling sight You endow!


Laden with the choicest peacock feathers,

Swaying  with the wind hither and thither;

A surreal smile and those eyes that astound:

Flowing as ever with mercy abound! 


The distances have accumulated like a wall,

And from afar longingly my gaze falls:

Like a hazy picture i desperately wish to recall,

Here i am longing for Your gracious call!


Pride and ignorance have looted my mind,

And yet Your footprints all over i find!

With hope, everytime i turn behind,

Longing for a glimpse of my Lord divine!


Like a singer parched, a child lost:

(Reliving the memories of the past)

Surrendered, of further words i am wrought!

As always, in You every solution i have sought!






Wednesday, June 10, 2020

The Flower of my Dreams

He who holds the universe by its seams,
Descended at dawn in my dreams!
Majestic and radiant, the Perpetuator stood mighty and tall,
With the radiance of a million suns, He did enthrall!

Like a glimmer of a wave in a dark ocean,
Sporting a serene smile that my spirit emboldened!
The slayer of demons, the upholder of civilisations:
Slayed my inhibitions, and upended every ounce of imagination!

Akin to a beautiful black mountain ,
The handsome chest of He who has Lakshmi smitten!
Over His handsome torso, like a tornado pulled in,
Was Adorned a lone garland with little flowers pink.

Overflowing with mercy, His eyes my meagre heart enamoured,
In my shaking hands were thrusted, His very flowers!
Even in silence, a million messages seemed to be spoken,
Gushing with gratitude, as all distances seemed to be broken!

Monday, May 11, 2020

Thenthiruperai-1

Bearing a white conch, whirled and pristine,
Adorning the other hand is the auspicious wheel;
Enchanting in all His splendour, with eyes like the lotus flower,
Mounting the divine bird, He rides my heart, unencumbered!
O mothers! In what words can I possibly surmise?
The beauty I wish you witness with your own eyes!
In that land where the Vedic chants are relentless,
And the music of celebrations endless:
Therein He sits, the epitome of bliss blemishless;
Enjoying the sounds of the kids’ games that never cease!
To that Thiruperai, this lost girl shall reach!


A liberal translation of Parangusa Nayaki’s (Nammazhwar’s) pining for the Lord of Thenthiruperai! Even as her mother and other ladies try to convince her otherwise, she explains that she is already lost to Him.(From Tiruvaymozhi 7.3.1)