Our story
Is the breathing example
Of the epitome of love
And devotion,
They say.
That I loved you with all my being
That I was the tune to your flute
That you were the tinkle to my bangles
That you were my breath
That we were each others'
Entire being
And soul.
Our playdates
Are the stuff of their worship
Our eternal abode, Goloka
Is the highest form of liberation
They can attain.
For love doesn't constrict.
It liberates.
Which is probably why I
Never felt you left me, Krishna.
You were and are with me
In me
For me
For eternity.
I wonder if
It is their story that has shaped us
Or we who have shaped their
Eternal story.
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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...
