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.

Amla

Fingers sway on earthen pot

Rhythm from nothingness

Empty spine of a flute

Whistling bliss

Luring me into a brilliance

Could anyone touch me?

Like fingers on that clay?

Could anything soften me?

Except the flute he’d play?

Like dawn beads on grass

Effortless strings of Veena visit

The company of flute

To appease my ears’ thirst

Mischievous energy

Cheerfully tease me

I sanction its spirit

To indulge me

In trance, head sways

Eyes shut from the Earth

Smile carved by lips

Peace exposes its worth

Drenched cheeks

Beats weaken

To the groaning fan

My ears reluctantly open