O Divine Krishna, Mine!

It hurts me to know

That you are gone away

Leaving us all alone,

Pining for Your Mohana murali dhun

Seeking Thine divine presence,

In the empty River Yamuna shores

Under every Kadam tree at Brindavan!

I wish my heart was the lute

For you to play the raagas

On this moonlit night

As the white lilies fragrance

Fills up the garden with

Such a mellow aroma that

Only Raag Yaman my love

Would reveal Your sweet love

Reverberating the air with

Your love flowing through

Your lotus lips as You

Play me Krishna, as though

I am your Sarangi,

Not a string sings

Since you left us, but listen

In every minute where do I

Hear these notes so melodious!

Is that You Krishna,

Singing silently in my heart!

O Kaunsi Raaga, Krishna mine!

As though my heart is moaning

In Your sweet melody devine!

Of Fossils, Pyramids and Then Some!

Do you see them lives,

floating over the labyrinth

of time immemorial?

Or until one day,

Their existence may remind one

Of what life meant

And in the end, it is still a journey

to find and be found! Peekaboo!

Did they hunt, did they dive

Did they capture their

Prey of their hunger or lust?

Did they give light

To the fellows of their kind?

Or all they did was to

Spend each and every moment

In praising the worst of kind

And gathering unit by unit

Every rich they can fathom

And in the end did they just

Leave all in that grainery, just

So, their kind may plunder

On them riches, instead

Of praise any of their deeds..

Oh fleeting time, how I wish,

I can capture you in my heart

Relive each divine memory of

Larks and cuckoos full of life,

Parakeets and pisces of all colors,

Flowers in garden, rich with blooms

Of so many colors, shapes or fragrances,

Yet we know that time plays its number

On every one of them, waiting for one plant

To bloom its magnificent creation only to whither away the next moment,

Oh life there is no better art than you

Nor is there a story, more dramatic than you,

O Apsara, O Chetana O Kamini

Of what is left of life,

May you preserve your beauty

In thoughts and fill the earth

With more such miracles

Let the new rays of Sun,

Dawn a golden new morning

With heaven walking on earth or

Men seeking the heavens,

To rise against everything

That creates hurt in every life…

May that morning be here, now,

Waiting for you to allow

Your palm to release

The greatness in you!

Nay, Not Again!

May be your heart

Isn’t calling out His name

Deny His presence.

May be there isn’t

A reason to yell out within

Since you don’t see'em..

You'd always deny

His being or loving you

O ignorant one!

Denial's all one can?

Denying all imbalances,

Not that it matters.