"Go and fetch water from the Yamuna, child! And don't end up playing with your sakhis. You can play once you bring me water!"
I heard Ma say as I stepped out of the house with two pots,
One balanced on my head while the other on my waist.My sakhis called out to come and join them in their game.
I told them I would come later.
The evening was yet to come, so I would still have time to come back and play.I finally reached the beautiful Yamuna.
Kneeling down I brought the pot on my head down, gently cleaning the inside.
I filled the pot and placed it to my side and then filled the second one when I felt your presence."So what is my pretty gopi doing all alone?"
My heart fluttered as soon as I heard your honey like voice.
Turning around I answered,
"Filling water in the pots, Kanha. What are you doing here?"You tucked your flute inside your waistband and with your beautiful smile answered,
"You were alone here so I thought to keep you company. Besides, a pretty gopi like you shouldn't be left alone."Sweet charmer! Manmohana!
As you began speaking I just looked at your beauty.
Your curly locks adorned with a peacock feather, your lovely lotus like eyes sparkling as you talked about how you pranked your sakha.
I looked at your lips which play such a melodious tune and speak beautiful, yet confusing words.We laughed together on your mischief and I blushed when you started flirting. Do you realize what you do to my heart?
You steal my butter and my heart and
my sleep has long gone as I spend the night chanting your name.I felt my pot break, immediately making me turn around.
I was completely drenched from head to toe.
"Kanha you prankster! I am-"Turning around to scold you, I only found an empty path.
There was no laughter nor could I hear your sweet voice.
The forest which once felt safe and comforting with your presence is now
Eerie.Did I spend my entire evening thinking about you?
Was I really talking to you?And now I realize, the heartbreaking realization-- It's been a year since you have left this village.
And with that I swiftly walked back home.
But who broke my pot, Kanha?
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*awkward silence*
Did I attack your feels? If yes then I am sorry for that but this also made me sad.
And guess what, I got this idea while doing Maths.
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Bhava
PoetryA collection of poems for Krishna as well as writing about my feelings and thoughts, my experiences and memories.