Best Krishna Poems
*Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna
I am your devotee
I know and feel the pains of others
Keep me doing well to others
And let not ego or pride enter my mind.
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna
As your devotee
Never speak ill of others
Disdain greed and avarice
Respect women as I respect my mother.
Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna
As your devotee
I never indulge in lies
Lust and anger not my forte
For the salvage of my family.
Hare Ram, Hare Ram
Lead me from despair to hope
Fear to trust, from hate to love
From false to truth, war to peace.
As your true devotee I know
Birth is suffering, old age is suffering,
Disease is suffering, death is suffering,
Unite me not with the unpleasant
Disunite me not from the pleasant.
Peace, Peace, Peace, Peace, Peace.
Krishna and Ram are the incarnations of God in Hindu religion.
(Hare meaning O')
December 12, 2014
Form: Free Verse (Rhythmic)
Dr. Ram Mehta
Contest: Rock Me around.. by Sheri Freshonke Harper
A stick of simple bamboo. .
A wood of no repute.
Hollow, empty, dull...
Deaf and dumb..so mute.
Then..just a few holes they put..
and Oh!! ..how it looked so cute.
Behold the brown bamboo..
It changed itself to a flute.
Fingers flowed..
Sliding the route so smooth.
Acoustics played paradise. .
So serene and so soothe.
Soft humming sound it found..
Pied Pipers tuned in all around.
Breathing melody deep from heart
Mellifluous magic ? or
Music of Mozart?
What an harmony...What an art!
Lord Krishna embraced ...
His immortal part.
The music of the flute..
In resonance with the Truth.
The world bowed down..
to love and salute...
The 'Opera' of life..a divine astute.
On the edge
Slightly out of vision
Chaos
No, thank you
I’ll take my social order
On rye
Hold the onions
Hey, I wanted rye
Every day reminds us
Untidy chaos intervenes
Deny it and go mad
Face it and imagine war
To be involved in life is to be involved in battle
There is no escape
Cave dwelling aesthetics are fools
Thus sings the auspicious one
Learn to struggle
Honorably
Graciously
Nobly
It’s not about the win
Which, in any event, is
Ultimately
Futile.
His very name brings about a smile on the lips
Of those who just remember him even casually
He uses his exceptional charm so captivatingly
That has mesmerised human mind everlastingly.
His very life, is a series of events, extraordinary
Would have certainly crushed any man ordinary
But then He is a divine being out of the ordinary
He descends from his abode to uplift the ordinary.
He advises to face the vicissitudes of life boldly
And not get dispirited by events that are prickly
For nothing either good or bad linger constantly
That is the gist of life which he tells so eloquently.
He charms one and all, the challengers including
He invigorates by his uplifting touch, everything
And goads men to act all the time with no idling
For a righteous cause, that demands, upholding.
He is a friend, philosopher and guide to all beings
Who but seek his divine intervention in their lives
He is a companion superlative who cares lovingly
For all, who solicit his intermediation passionately.
Oh little Krishna!
My ink sprinkles in hues of devout love
as your glory I pen in reverence
My eyes forget to blink: spellbound
Oh! the sparkle in those little lotus eyes
My mind's music magically blooms
and sings in praise - your beauty and grace
as your mor mukut gently moves
when tiny legs dance in glee
Do You know...
the soul of silence seeks to remain silent
and merge with your pure divine self:
Is it a stillness so craftily created
to respond to thy call of Divine Bliss?
Or is it a crave to melt in your mellifluous music
as your flute tune wafts in soft wind?
A moment when
the steps of time will slow and stop:
just for a moment
and the entire universe will gaze in awe
entranced by its enchantment...
Oh my little Krishna...
Date: 08/30/2021
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Note:
Mor mukut is the peacock feather crown that adorns Lord Krishna's head.
Every time I close my eyes,
I see you showering me with love from the skies.
Every time my heart beats,
I know it's because of you,
Cause I can feel that rhythm of music from your flute,
Which brings me closer to you through our secret route.
Every time I let myself loose,
As you can deduce,
All I can hear is your name humming in my ears,
And giving me the strength to let go of my fears.
The peacock feather that adorns you,
Fills me up with the colors of life that you threw.
Those java green and iridescent blue,
Seasoned my soul with goodness as I grew.
O Kanha,
You light me up in the dark,
And ignite my untamed heart with sparks.
You fill my cracks with laughter,
And forever will you be my drafter.
When ripples rested in heart......
Lullabies of morning breeze,
Took me to the garden of heaven.
Angels danced, perfumes of hidden flowers
Fragrances to my filthy soul.
Golden chariot adorned in
Blue diamond petals stood before me
Saw a divine being riding white horses
Spreading blue light everywhere......
Gospels in Gita flashed in my mind for a while
When I lost myself in ecstasy,
Peacock feathers tossed neck and
Moved away from me.
They stood a test of time,
Yet glorified is this shrine,
Build around 700 AD with some submerged and some exposed..
Proudly does she overlook the Bay of Bengal,
As she remains as one of the oldest structural temple,
Who constantly keeps glorifying our ancient scripts,
From the tales of King Hiranyakashipu and his son Prahalada,
Maa Durga as Mahishasurmardini and Lord Shiva along with Nandhi,his mount.
Enshrined in a small rectangular shrine is Anantashayi Vishnu,
With the external walls filled with beautiful carvings of Krishna slaying Kesi,
And dancing over Kaliya and then being seated on his vehicle Garuda.
Mesmerizing is this sight,
When seen when the light is bright,
So make sure that you visit this place, Alright
My dear Lord Hari,
You are the supreme attainment for all living beings.
Each day devotees drink the nectar of chanting your holy name.
They pray to the acharyas
To understand your pastimes,
Which is like food for the stomach,
And honey to the ear.
Blessed are those who take shelter of your lotus feet,
Where even the lowest of creatures may find solace
In your causeless mercy.
All the denizens of the earth cheer and beat their kettle drums,
Surly has the goddess of fortune found us.
Haribol!
[ edit poem ]
where is my flute today gone missing?
wether has thy flute gone oh krishna asked radha,
wether has it gone,
no sweet music heard,
no dancing peacocks, seen,
no lovely rain drencheth this vrindavan here,
its so dull in here dear krishna, where is the flute of thee gone?
peeping between every,
tree i here try to find,
wither have thee lost that lovely flute?
were there days , my dear krishna i felt obsessed why is this flute taking away you from me?
but minus the flute and just of you
shall no there is no life here in vrindavan.
so dear gopala,see to that along with thy venu do come
sitting by you i shall here enjoy the sweet notes of music that enamate from thy flute, rains may occur, peacocks may dance,
and this vrindavan shall in turn look so beautiful and aromatic,
that life becomes blissfull.
LORD KRISHNA
Want to burn a candle in that temple,
Matchbox fires candle to burn while.
Can go to hell or heaven don’t know.
But candle burns in the temple so.
An old idol is inside.
It is Lord Krishna where incarnation by priest to belief.
Candles are spreading flame to fulfill my goal.
Garlands of flowers put on neck of that great idol
Coin throws to pavement like tossed head forward.
God knows what magic looks toward.
Saroj khan [sakha]
Keep truth on sight when darkness falls,
Reach a still core that guides your way;
Invoke a light that soul can call,
Sense peace fund more in trance and sway;
Here for a while with trust and cares,
Note how you live each moment's poise;
Ask grace to style the woes you bear.
Abide and give your soul firm voice,
Seek then the way to devotion,
Cheer heavy heart with faith that shows;
Embrace each day kind compassion,
Now dare to start to live love's glow;
Death comes to each all in due time,
Seek what you reach as truth marks chimes.
Leon Enriquez
28 April 2015
Singapore
On the edge
Slightly out of vision
Chaos
No, thank you
I’ll take my social order
On rye
Hold the onions
Hey, I wanted rye
Every day reminds us
Untidy chaos intervenes
Deny it and go mad
Face it and imagine war
To be involved in life is to be involved in battle
There is no escape
Cave dwelling aesthetics are fools
Thus sings the auspicious one
Learn to struggle
Honorably
Graciously
Nobly
It’s not about the win
Which, in any event, is
Ultimately
Futile.
I have no idea how to teach this cute little guy,
who has no clue what sound does a D make,
or a K,
but I reverse the role,
and let him be the teacher today!
he has curly dark hair, and he has lovely shining eyes,
he loves playing with LEGO, and build towers,
but I can't make him write with pencils,
or, except scary dinosaurs, draw anything!
perhaps he should be in the woods
wandering, and toying with pebbles,
perhaps he learns from the chirping birds,
camouflaging Lizards, and scurrying squirrels.
perhaps he learns from the vast sky,
to paint with all that rainbow colours,
perhaps he learns from the old Banyan tree,
how to count the numbers!
perhaps he is my little Krishna,
chasing the cattle from their shelter,
playing a flute on the treetop,
and harnessing the sheep to their mother.
I watch the little boy,
and wonder!
Reference: Krishna is a colorful and polyvalent deity whose stories have greatly enriched the mythology and iconography of Hinduism. Krishna is depicted alternatively as a mischievous child, a divine lover, and a spiritual master.
Play a Krishna mantra
Hear the rain pattering down
Cars knifing wet wind
Distant dogs howling
Even the tinnitus
ringing in my ears
Anything but the
narrative
playing in my head
Poison
from the well of
quiet desperation
of loneliness
of false perception
Just because the world
doesn't smile back at you
once
doesn't mean it doesn't
I just don't perceive
So
make the blood rush
into my brain and flush away
what smothers joy
Meditate
deepest desires
into existence
hear the dogs howl
hear the baby cry
But see the Buddha laugh
and smile back
It's good to breathe
It's good to be