Could you imagine,
a communion so intimately divine
as Travel Scrabble, and songs sung on tape,
that my heart follows in it’s wake?
Could you?
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I’m just a hungry girl
worn thin by love’s threshing mace,
a doomed Rādhā to your Krṣna grace.
You’ve got my heart on a string.
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Without Radha, Krsna could not exist,
ReplyDeleteBoldly brave in the face of ancient love,
He left all, despite showers of embraces and rains of kisses
abandoning them all to find his heart once again in the depth of Radha's glance,
He searched for her alone and finally found her footprints moving on the path.
Shone with despair due to her love for him which she could not bear to share,
Krishna pacified and cooled her grieving heart with fragrant flowers from above with which he decorated her hair.
Om Keshavaya Namah