Love Part 2nd
Rukmini:
Today, people fight over attention,
Cry over seen-but-not-replied,
Count minutes and measure loyalty through apps.
But love… true love… is not measured in notifications.
It’s measured in how softly you can hold someone,
without squeezing their wings.
We confuse control with care,
And surveillance with intimacy.
But love is like little Krishna playing in your backyard —
He doesn’t bloom under pressure,
He blooms in trust, in space, in freedom.
The more you chase him, the more he hides —
But the moment you sit still, with love and open palms…
He comes running, laughing, straight into your arms.
Rukmini:
So, no my dear…
I was never jealous of Radha.
Because I never saw love as a war to win.
It’s not a trophy, it’s a temple —
Where Radha sings…
And I pray
And Krishna?
He just smiles.
For in that moment,
We both loved him… without wanting to keep him.
Her:
(Tearing apart, hugs Rukmini — epitome of love)
Maa
Copyright © Krishika Upadhyay | Year Posted 2025
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