Saturday, January 24, 2009

thousand gopinis sing

the dreams we saw,
the life we've dreamt,
knitted the absurd story,
wrote the fantacy poems,
ran across the green medows,
walked on the dry desert,
soaked in the monsoon rain,
hand in hand.........
broken.......like a mirror....
in thousand pieces...life mocks at me....
youv'e taken it too seriously dear ,don't...its just a game....
as you said.
may be it is....
the golden sunrise....
lazy sunsets...
trotting twilights will never be the same...
comes and goes in a haze...
don't dream ....
don't hope....
as each day passes by ....
like a roadroller.
crumbles the bones and flesh under it.
so not to wake up again....
Anantashayanam Eternal light turns...
then burst out laughing.....cuddles me in Blessed arms.
thousand gopinis sing....
Radha soaks in Madhaba's colour....
coz YOU are ME
and I AM YOU......



to my inspiration....


shree