It's strange how
A mellifluous tune starts to play
Somewhere in the cosmos
Every time I look at your
Image.
Your lotus eyes closed
The lashes on them prancing like royal tigers
And the two hued eyelids
Forming the perfect two crescents
Perfection;
You define it.
The tune is haunting
It is the sweetest of all sweet tunes
King among melodies
And so the girl
Who never sang a verse
Starts humming to the far-off music
Dazed.
I associate you with flutes and dance, Krishna
How the flute saved our lives
From classic monotony
How on top of big snakes you danced
How you make me make the dance
In the dead of the night.
They saw it all
Being a shrewd democrat
Wielding the discus, being the perfect
Charioteer
To dear Arjun
Being the amicable stealer
Of pots of butter
Being the saviour of all ill that touched
Beloved Draupadi
How did people never notice
Your quintessence in music?
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...
