This city life, Krishna
Chokes me.
My tastes
do not match
with the fineries
of the residents who live here.
It chokes me
The sooty sky
And the black,
Black paths.
There is no fragrance
Of the juhi,
Brimming with life, this city is
Lifeless.
I don't have my heart here,
Krishna.
I take my heart to where it belongs.
Vrindavan.
I spot a peacock dancing
And dropping a few of its feathers
After his graceful dance.
I run to the spot
And collect them.
I make a bouquet.
A mere bouquet has
Never made me so happy,
Krishna.
My nights are the favourite
Favourite part of my day.
My dreams, Krishna
Are far more lively and real
Than the lifeless
Reality.
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Radha's Krishna
PoetryRadhaRamana, The Beloved of Radha he is. He is everything, in everyone. He is sung, he is loved, he lives. But Radha? ______ Narrated in the voice of one of Hindu mythology's most powerful characters, Radha's Krishna is a collection of poems, an o...
