Monday, 17 October 2016

Krishna

Did I recognize you late?
Did I not see you?
Or did I hum your glories?
Were I one of the few?
 
Did I dance with you?
Did I paint you the sky?
Were you the one to hold me?
When I was tied?
 
You let me fondle the clouds
I remember how it feels
Did you ask to shut my eyes?
When you swept me off my heels?
 
Did I write you poetry?
While you played the flute?
Or did you giggle
When I danced for you?
  
Your eyes glittered
When your stern face told a joke
While mine swelled with tears
And my stomach throbbed
 
Did we meet in the quiet?
Or were they aware of us?
When you placed jasmine flowers,
Did my hair exude fragrance?
 
Did you talk to me?
Or did you just listen to what I said?
Did you hug me?
Or did you touch my head?
 
I know I lived when you did too
I’d remember, only if you let.
Show me who I were to you
Unveil thy glorious secret.

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