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!
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!
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!
The flowers that adorned Your shoulders mighty:
The unerring messengers of Your fragrance earthy;
This slave now holds in her hands blessed,
Even as my heart leaps in joy at Your behest!
The world may call them unworthy
For they now appear variably withered!
But oh! They were on my sweet Sarathy smothered:
Does the damned world know that few are as fortunate and worthy?
The roses that are now half-dead,
Hide the scent of my Lord so unmistakable!
In the yellow flowers that are now black instead,
i feel the force of Your perspiration so recognizable!
In the white flowers that You once adorned with grace:
Wearing them, i rejoice in the warmth of Your embrace!
And o Lord! By the leaves of tulasi betwixt strung,
i taste the dust of Your Holy Feet in my tongue!!
There aren't words to describe Your love,
Or Dearest Krishna! The benovelant boons You bestow!
O Merciful Lord who enchants with Your smile so serene:
Let me please be a lotus for Your beautiful Feet!!
How cursed must this idiot be
That i must Your disappointed form see?
What did i do wrong, my Lord?
That, with Your indifference, i be so scorched?
Like two bright almonds Your beautiful eyes,
Their radiance that charms and enchants the mind:
How come today even a glance they deny?
Than be scorched by Their anger, i'd rather i die!!
My Lord! Please do forgive a slave,
Who does earnestly for Your smile crave!!
O Dearest Lover! Bestow upon me Your mercy,
And please accept me at Your feet!!
My Lord!
Your lotus eyes and their depth endless,
Fill a poor girls imagination with desires relentless!
O my Krishna of charm boundless,
Bind me to You by Your mercy causeless!!
Lost in the luxury of Your kind love,
Have i forgotten the boons You have bestowed?
O my Love! Lord of my dreams!
Keep me forever at Your Lotus Feet!
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