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!

i Miss You

i miss Your eyes like bright suns wide,
i miss how those killer glances draw me inside!
i miss the beauty of that black gem,
Lying in the middle of a white realm!

i miss that cute, manly moustache,
Which by its handsome shape, me into daydreams dispatch!
i miss that never-ending smile, seemingly moustache crowned,
Like the gopuram over the sanctum sanctorum!

i miss Your warm caress,
i miss yearning to see Your curly tresses,
When again lost i will be in Your lovely embrace?
When again will this heart in Your presence find solace?

Mistakes have been mine,
But, apologies, O Achyuta! do not deny:
In Your absence, this heart is a wetland dry,
It will regain life only when You in it recline!

Count not errors far too many,
Measure not my attempts not aplenty,
Take me as Your loving slave!
Forgive me the faults naive.

Your one smile, awaiting,
For Your one word, waiting
For the kiss of love yearning,
In anxiety, my world upside-down turning!
Come now, Parthasarathy!