[Dedicated to LeoEaton and indeevara18ls for making me believe that virtual friendships are a real thing.]
Tonight, Krishna
I just don't feel like being
Radha anymore.
Grandma said once
This body of yours, no matter how fair
Is bound to destroy
And amalgamate with the natural elixirs
The water, the earth, the fire, the wind and the eternal sky.
And thus
I wish to shed this body of mine
Not be the Radha everyone perceives me to be
And love you.
Someday, I wish to be something else
Something, you ask?
Why not
Someone?
I could be the peacock feather on your head.
I would sway to the tunes of your lilting flute
I would dance with you when you dance
And I would admire you
When you would put me
Oh so lovingly in your head amongst dazzling jewels.
I could also be your beloved flute.
The one you would play to
Enchant all of Vrindavana.
Of course, people have always thought it is one of your many pastimes
But didn't only I know, Krishna?
It was so much more than that?
But then, again
With a blink of an eye, it all crashes to a million fragments
Tonight is passing by
At a pace faster than wind
The tomorrow is only one night away
And I am caught between the pages of my history textbook
Parroting dates that have gone by.
YOU ARE READING
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...
