Krishna, Mine!

Time traveller

That He, took me

Into his heart

I saw the mountains,

Cowherds and calves

Grazing cows on

Lush green pastures

Wind was so cold,

That I could not stand.

Shivering to the bone

Was I, looking for

My beloved cowherd

I saw thousands of

Them cows and calves

Little boys in their

Loin cloths, jumping

And laughing all the way

Happiness with no bounds

I was enjoying the sight

And looking for

The guy with the flute

Wearing yellow clad

Adorning peacock feathers

On His beautiful crown

Looking at the cows

With such love

He smiles at them

As though they are

Angels walking on earth

To give life and sustain too

I was cold and couldn’t withhold 

My life in me anymore,

Within, this poor soul

Striving to keep me alive

I couldn’t find Him

Almost forever, yet His

Kindness is so abound

Gracing me with His

Questioning looks

He conveyed me a million words

I am yet to decipher what He meant,

When I demanded,

'Krishna, they say when we call you for help

You will rescue in not a glimpse',

 As I was

Lying on the carpet

In my living room,

I heard Him tap something

So I could hear with my ears

I told my hubby, in my dream

Look, I am not going to wake up now,

My eyes are still looking at Him,

Cannot let my dream slide away

Little did I know Who That was

Who picked up the soft Afghan

And covered me

Around my shoulders,

Pressing them softly,

Yet strong, as to feel the gentle squeeze

I told my husband I wasn’t

Going to come out of my dream

That was so precious , happy and joyous

That I kept them eyes closed,

Little did I know Who that was,

Slowly it went into my head

That the time was about three in the morning

And hubby was resting on his cozy bed,

 Leaving me alone, as I was, 

Too sleepy to walk into my room,

Watching some Disney movie or whatever was on streaming, I stayed back..

I quickly gathered myself,

Tucked in the warm Afghan

Asked my hubby, if

He came out to tuck me in

Gently and warmly

By the looks of his,  I could see

He did not stir out since he slid

Under the sheets and warm comforter,

Covered under a thick blanket,

Why would one want to

Come out of those, and face the chilling coldness?

That I was covered as someone squeezed me

Was a truth, as real as I could feel..

Do not ask me if I saw somone other than Krishna,

For Krishna, is here, My very own!

 

 

Krishna My Eternal Love!

My mind goes blank

Every time  I think of you

Who, why, what how

I will not ask you now

Millennia  have passed

Since we were together

I remember You Krishna

As we played by river Yamuna

I remember seeking You

Playing raag Yaman

All night long as the full moon

Was reluctant to return

Yet when the day broke

Cattle were to go to graze

Bright orange Sunshine

Was spreading with a golden sheen

And the silent waves on the

Flowing river would want to deflect

Despite the raag raaginia reflecting

In their silky woven dark lace

And the cuckoos and parrots

Uncountable, raising a morning lore

As the beaks raise their pitch

And snakes hid their fangs

Lest you beat their hoods flat

And the small lady bird would

Give sweet smiles as it crawled away

The red velvet bug

Many a winged friends

Would learn to shine and go

From flower to flower,

Was it morning already?

O my! had to rush back

And collect hay and stack!

Little did we know we would

Spend eons in waiting

And years go past, with shredding

Of layers of lives as the aged trees

And their bright leaves shedding

Into many a new millennia

The cruel wheels of time

Never ever stopping

Taking with them the lives

Old and young and aged alike

As you keep playing with

Your tender dancing fingers

Over the flute

While the maiden gopis

Plucking on the lute

Winters or summers,

Mornings or nights

How would I count

In the infinite spin of time

Come to me Krishna

Play your songs innumerable

Once more so the divine light

Reaches everyone’s hearts

As the hearts are over flowing with joy

That only You would fill with Your glory!

Krishna, my sweet tender love

From eons, waiting under this blue sky

As I would forever be, trying to hold

And keep inside my trembling heart!

Even though every now and then

You sprinkle my soul with

The heavenly rain of Your

Kindness and infinite love!

 

 

 

 

 

Smelling Thunder

Then, one day

The boy who visited

As a student going

To college, standing

Amid clouds asunder

No sooner did they

Travel under pressure

And depression over

The gulf surrounding

On the Eastern skies

A smell of thunder

Like burnt metal

Corroding through the skin

The young student was like a sure stuck target

To the gods of yonder

You may wonder,

Was that zeus with a bolt

Of lightening and thunder

Or was it for Lord Indra

That varun is pouring

And soaking them wet

One of them struck by thunderbolt and rushed to ER

Parents and sisters visited

To help out, a burnt wreck of a human

To nurse and nurture

Back to his self wondrous,

Cannot ponder why in the heavens

This student was under the

Rigors of the lightening

Thankfully though

The University Hospital

Doctors and nurses,

Took him under the care

Of knives and prayer

As the brother fought for life

Unlike many and luckier than who couldn't make

 

Out Of Animal Silence

If you can make out

What that means, 

Waiting on the ranch

A muffled hush of

Two bodies, where

Sound and sight were

Both not clear,

Wondered if I knew

Who that was, as they

Crawled under the

Thick bushes, they

Are visitors of an alien world

Now crawling like slithering

Beings as they show off

Their multiple colors,

Reflecting off of their scales

No not if those scales

Are of notes or

Spectacular July 4^th

Lights breaking the darkness

Listen to what they say

There is love in the season

No matter whatever being

Is that a pair of fowls or four legged ones

Or may be reptiles measuring earth all around

Some visit to dine on dead

June bugs, arriving early

A circle of life, globe trotting

With vision only

He can imagine..

Wish humans can see that..

 

Life's Too Little

Is it too long

Since you last heard me,

Or have seen me?

 

Guess what, my dear!

It’s that long since you left,

As we find life

 

Why on earth

Do you take trouble, to

Circle my backyard?

 

It is mostly dry,

With grass and dried leaves;

Except the roses,

 

Those are precious:

Since Krishna loves them roses

That you plucked,

 

If you know, it is

The most unselfish act of

Nature to offer

 

You wouldn’t

Insult, and drive over it.

Go! Say your prayers.

 

For you did wrong,

Tell your atma that you hurt,

What paramatma cares.

 

He will forgive;

Still, you need to raise a garden,

To rid  the burden:

Of stealing,

Messing, with what’s not your’s:

It is Krishna's.

 

Leave things

The way they’re supposed

To be, to let be

 

It is Him

Not us, who created all!

Enjoy, on His name.

 

Do your duty,

Enjoy the fruit, absolutely:

Knowing Him.

 

The giver, who blesses

And yet, anytime you do something

That is not meant: for

 

One would reap

What they sow, in their life

Or the next.

 

I would forgive,

So would the Lord in Heavens.

For heavens sake!

 

How about you?

Could you ask for forgiveness?

Or, could you?

 

Let God help all.

May he give you more life:

To repent, reform.

 

@Uma Jiji