What is this suffocation?
This claustrophobic feeling
Of being choked to death?
Neither can I smile
It's oceans away from my existence
Nor can I weep
My eyes have become a desert.
You take my smile
And now my tears, too?
Why, Krishna?
Why would you do that?
You don't understand
I need to weep
To thaw my frost bitten heart
To soothe my soul
To tell my body that
It's okay to grieve.
And I cannot.
I've spent eternities weeping
The oasis has dried up, it seems
My eyes have become miles of desert sands.
Stones
They say
Don't feel.
What if they do feel,
But just can't show it?
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Radha's Krishna
PoesiRadhaRamana, 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...
