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Yesteryear’s Dreams

Solitary stands the muted flame

unable even to flicker in dreams,

left in the huge castle of-

loneliness not even you near by,

feeling each moment the pang of eons.

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Speechless remain the wax gods

when even the hands of time

nay know to soothe the pain

of separation from beloved soul

as the little fairy leaves me alone.
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When so fragile the mirror of faith

is scratched by careless fate,

I fall nailed to the barren sand

lashed by yesteryear’s dreams.


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when love whips with its sweet pangs

when love whips with its sweet pangs
i whither like infant moon fallen
in this night from sky of hope,
nay able to even shed
a drop of tear for his beloved sky.
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when separation kills brutally each dream,
i beg like a beggar maid here
whose hands were erased by her lover lord
with a promise of a life in palace of smiles
and left on sands of this crowded street.


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The separation

Lo falls so small the grain

from the beaks of so small the dove

as adiue bids the bee lass,

when memories remainĀ  untouched

in the hands of blossom prince.

When heavier feels dragging moment

as the very touch of the tiny wings

flutter away from the petals he wears,

the dove keeps searching in murky gales

for the lost beloved tiny grain.


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Deepest Wound

When the feathers of these maids

hidden within robes near to their hearts

tickles them reminding of thy touch,

whom dost they want to disappear in

as their robes flicker like a flame in wind?

Whom dost they yearn with shy to steal

desires preserved in their bangles fragile

O Krishna, as they compete among themselves

to be prettier so as to be thine on the day

you would return to this Vrindavan?

Remaining in thy land amidst waves,

how many times dost eyes wet thy cheeks

as thy mind carrier itself to this land

where thy beloved waits chanting thy name

for the day she would sublime in thy love?

Can there be deeper a wound than separation

so asks her lips bruised by endless longing

when each day thou gaze through the sills

to spot a cloud which resembles her

as thy royal cloak remains as chain to thou?