O’ Raga !

O! Raga

the ancient rhythm of my soul, how cautiously you move

infinite waves rise and fall, dancing on

heartfelt tunes

crashing against the world

tis old traditions .. while weeps the soul in a nook

where art thou!

the blissful Raga

can I compose a melody just for you?

in monsoons

wet you with my verse

or soothe you with a lucid song

in summers?

the serene music of nature

what makes the fall smiling

when deciduous trees wither

the serene music of nature

Tis the rhythm of my soul

O Raga!

that beats on a celestial composition.

O! Krishna!

The bejeweled trinket clinks,
tinkle ,few silver bangles,
she halts as the melody from  flute
mingles in the air…
in a soft tone she chants,
“O! Krishna,where did you vanish,
your flute troubles me
and plays pranks…
I search you
and find none…
where hath thou gone, O! Gracious one,
the sun sets in Brindavan…
awaits the doe eyed, ethereal maiden,
craves the soul ,in agony of despair and separation…
thy left the reed in pastures… of Gokul
thy mates miss thine play
with their companion…

the fresh froth of the churning cream
yearns for the immaculate touch of the tender fingers,
from the milk of the divine cows under azure
who pine for their shepherd …
O! pastoral of the beings
we seek your presence
come hither with the blowing breeze
beside the pond , I look for your being…
under the Kadamba tree, which showers the
blossoms of love
here, restless and impatient ,
sits the soulmate…
the Shakti of thou! Shiv…

 

 

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