Best Radha Poems
Last league of March, after spring had reached its peak,
I opened my doors to abeer.
And sunshine.
She grinned,
Wished,
Ran,
And shrieked in delight when I caught her.
The saffron on the curves of her hips is mine.
The azure on the rise of her breasts.
The dark, raunchy purple on her lips.
The vermilion on her forehead is not,
And when dusk fell, it drew her away from me.
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Date: 29 / 10 / 2016
This poem was written in celebration of 'Holi', the festival of colour. The idea was to draw a parallel with the tale of Radha-Krishna, which itself is a story of an affair.
Categories:
radha, allusion, celebration, color, lust,
Form:
Free verse
If only alluring butterflies led me the right way,
If only ravishing flowers showed me the idyllic path,
If I fathomed what the blinking stars were trying to tell me,
I would come back to you in an instant!
May be you were immersed in thoughts of a meandering journey,
Perhaps you sent your adoring messages
with silvery clouds which floated away.
I would not be hindered by any obstacles, believe me, my love,
I would find my path to you!
Sometimes life is menacingly gloomy,
dark clouds cover the unilluminated sky,
Sometimes it rains relentlessly,
Oh my beloved, trust me, trust my unwavering love,
I would not lose my way even in the fiercest of darkness,
My path would not drift away from yours,
I would unmistakably return to you,
If Only.....
February 12, 2022
Edited and Reposted From My Poem " If Only” - Written For “If Only, May Be, Sometimes" Poetry Contest - 2020 (Sponsor: Silent One)
Photo 1 Reference: Story of Radha and Krishna is the most famous love-story in Hindu Mythology. While writing this poem, the story of their eternal love and devotion inspired me.
Categories:
radha, longing, love,
Form:
Free verse
If only alluring butterflies led me the right way,
If only ravishing flowers showed me the idyllic path,
If I fathomed what the blinking stars were trying to tell me,
If there were not many uneven pebbles in the meandering stream
I was following,
I would come back to you in an instant!
May be you were immersed in puzzling thoughts of uncertainty,
May be you were worried I would be lost in complex maze of the world,
Perhaps you sent your adoring messages with silvery clouds which floated away.
I would not be hindered by any daunting hurdles, believe me, my love,
I would find my path to you!
Sometimes life is menacingly gloomy,
dark clouds cover the unilluminated sky,
Sometimes it rains relentlessly,
our eyes indistinctly mystified.
Oh my beloved, trust me, trust my unwavering love,
I would not lose my way even in the fiercest of darkness,
My path would not drift away from yours,
I would unmistakably return to you.
August 3, 2020
Second Place
"IF ONLY, MAY BE, SOMETIMES" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Brian Strand - 1071 - Poetry Contest
FIRST PLACE
February 12, 2022
Photo 1 Reference: Story of Radha and Krishna is the most famous love-story in Hindu Mythology.
Categories:
radha, devotion, love,
Form:
Free verse
Radha’s Song- A folk Song of India 2/2
Prelude
This folk song is based on the childhood incidents
of naughty 8-10 years old Krishna, who use to
please everyone of Gukul village, Gokul is the
place where the divine Krishna was brought up
by his foster mother Yashoda.
O, Please tell me, what should I do,
Speak a word, to extinguish my worries,
I cannot live, without seeing,
The alluring face of our naughty Krishna.
O, please tell my friend, how should I manage it,
What plea and excuse dear, I can tell in my home,
How to go back to home, without Gagariya and Chunri,
Even without water, which would create only difficulties for me.
Stunned and mesmerized, by the magic of our Krishna,
I stand here only, in a state of being sweetly robbed,
Instead of searching my Chunri and Gagariya, O Sakhi,
I am trying to touch his alluring image only, in the water.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 26 10 2010
(Protected under copyright provisions of Poetry Soup)
Clarifications:
*Radha. Radha was the childhood friend and was one of the most beloved Gopi of Lord
Krishna. She was the beauty, power and aura create the ethics of love. None of the
scriptures consists of the power to verbalize her beauty, for it is clear enough that when
beauty of Sri Krishna makes several hearts leave their boundaries, her beauty is so
mesmerizing that it makes Him loose consciousness.
*Krishna. Krishna is often depicted as an infant or young boy playing a flute as in the
Bhagavata Purana or as a youthful prince giving direction and guidance as in the Bhagavad
Gita. The stories of Krishna appear across a broad spectrum of Hindu philosophical and
theological traditions.] They portray him in various perspectives: a god-child, a model
lover, a divine hero and the Supreme Being.
*Gagariya. The earthen pot used still in Indian villages to collect water from river, pond
or wells.
* Chunariya. A long strip of cloth to cover the beauty of a woman. It normally hangs on
the bosom to cover them.
Punghat. Is the word used for a place from where water can be collected by village women
of India.
*Sakhi. Hindi word means female friend
Categories:
radha, life, love, musicsong, beauty,
Form:
Free verse
Our friend Margarita is a little different
She would often dream of a bearded face
What she says is gray but significant
In her very own version below I place
The contour in my dream is very familiar
But still I cannot recognize
In me he is the organizer
I love and admire his inspiring eyes
Often in my much loved dream
I see him as a Krishna
In his smile an irresistible gleam
Under the tree of banana
When I am in consonance
I feel a cerebral fiesta
But if I am in dissonance
Tempestuous is my vista
These dreams of flute and might
Reinforce my hemoglobin
Leading me from darkness to light
Making my psyche play a violin
Krishna in Radha a perfect blend
A stable amygdala to guide
Overflowing poetry at the bend
When you are by my side
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May 26, 2016
For Animus – Anima Part II – Animus – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tom Quigley
Note: Radha and Krishna are collectively known within Hinduism as the combination of both the feminine as well as the masculine aspects of divinity. ( Wikipedia)
Categories:
radha, conflict, deep, desire, dream,
Form:
Rhyme
English version of the Radha’s Love Song 1/2 Prelude on page 2
Those swinging trees and birds flying in the sky,
Those green creepers and the lovely Gokul* hills,
Amid which, we used to play and get lost,
In listening and feeling your enchanting flutes and charms, O Krishna*,
The bank of Yamuna* and your playing of flutes,
They all looks deserted without your magical tunes. 01
Everything of Gokul* have become tired, in waiting for you O, Krishna*,
Although ages have passed, only my eyes are still not tired,
While waiting for a glimpse of your enchanting looks,
Please come and show me at least your face, O, Mohan*,
Now even the water streams, running from our eyes too,
Are at the edge of getting dried, while showering the tears,
In waiting for you for such a long time, O Mohan. 02
The lamp of hope only, is still burning, O Krishna
Ever since you left, all other supports have vanished in the air,
Still if you cannot come to Gokul*,
Just do not come,
But please do not send anyone to console my suffering heart,
By giving me false assurances and
The teachings of sacrifice and patience, O Krishna. 03
Please do not send anyone, to make me understand,
That you cannot return to Gokul,
Leaving the affairs of your Kingdom, O Krishna,
These efforts would only break the barrier of my patience,
Bursting those feelings, which have accumulated
In the reservoir of my love since ages,
And do not break my false hopes that you would come one day
As it the last and the only Hope of my life and living,
O Mohan, my most beloved sakha* and love, O Krishna. 04
Ravindra
Kanpur India 29th June 2011
Explainations:
*Radha- Radha is the incarnation of Lakshmi (goddess of wealth and prosperity as per Hindu
religion), the consort of Lord Vishnu, the most beautiful of the Gopi girls, and lover of
Lord Krishna.
*Krishna- is a central figure of Hinduism and is traditionally attributed the authorship
of the Bhagavad Gita. He is an Avatar of Vishnu and considered in some monotheistic
traditions as the Supreme Being. Krishna is identified as a historical individual who
participated in the events of the Mahabharata.
*Gukul- a place where Krishna was brought-up by his foster mother Yashoda.
*Mohan- Mohan is the other name of Krishna
PRELUDE OF THIS SONG IS ON PAGE 2
Categories:
radha, loveme, song, hope, love,
Form:
Free verse
Oh river of cosmos, eternal, immortal dignity!
Your ethereal flow bears the fruit of progeny,
you create, preserve, destroy, rebuild
transient ages in the timeless loop of universe.
Flickering amber lamp of life you light,
celestial powers in your gracious bosom reside.
You are the empress above the heavenly summit
dwelling on Earth's abode manifested in each being,
you nurture generations with motherly lullabies
you bend the bows of evil with your ferocious sword.
Oh Goddess! Torrents of wisdom and prosperity you pour
from sparkling oceans to azure twilight,
you drench with love this agitated world
when hope flutters in mists of consciousness.
Your selfless exuberance spreads sheltered arms of forgiveness,
haloed glittering incarnations of virtue for us
prevailing as Radha, Sita, Lakshmi, Mary, Durga, Kali, Athena,
for whom civilizations and Gods bow in ecstasy of salvation,
your greatness supreme permeates blending molecules.
Oh woman! Yet you embrace sacrifice and agony for humans
while your gossamer veil cuddles them with the elixir of compassion.
**Poet's Note: In Rigveda 10.125 verses, the Goddess Shakti is described as the supreme power of all cosmos that creates, sustains and rebirths the universe and Gods. Similar explanation for feminine divinity has been given by Lord Krishna in the Bhagwad Gita. The wonder of humanity is that such manifestations occur in other religions too.**
June 1st, 2020
BRIAN'S SELECT 8,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
~Winner: Honorable Mention
Categories:
radha, love, spiritual, woman,
Form:
Free verse
Brimming with memories old
In its light golden look
What a scent, please behold
There beside the rippling brook
We call it golden champa
The smell relaxing and inspiring
Champa-necklace would wear Radha
When with Krishna she is dancing
In our lyrics of three thousand years
Champa finds a thousand mention
Sometimes in smile and then in tears
With Champa many a lovely session
With us it's now rainy season
Lovely Champa silk-clad
We savour the smell and stay to listen
The toop, toop, music sad
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Note:(1) Champa – A small, light gold coloured, a little longish, and intensely fragrant Indian flower. It is a common Indian name of girls too on obvious grounds.
(2) Radha, the female figure and Krishna, the male deity are mythological lovers steeped in divine romancing. Thousands of years old and still very much current romantic literature dealing with their love is an Indian asset.
(3) What you say in English ‘Pitter-pattered’, in Bengali we say ‘toop, toop’. Imagine the rains falling on a tin or concrete or leafy surface and feel the lyric in toop, toop.
Categories:
radha, beauty, emotions, flower, image,
Form:
Rhyme
This morning I waked up
With sparkling eyes looking at the sun
Praying this morning would be the best of all morning
He whispered in my ears
Through his rays ,touched my ears
And said my child your wish is granted
I took my cup
And ate my bun
Suddenly I saw a light shimmering
So I couldn't see it clear
When I went close,looked he was my beloved god(Krishna,Radha),my eyes filled with tears....
Categories:
radha, blessing, devotion, emotions, feelings,
Form:
ABC
Most of all,you are the only
Radha of this Kishan.
I had to tell you this even yesterday.
I love you now my life.
And without your love
i am not in this life.
My heart is in the midst of you.
Nothing,and now I am now yours.
Most of all,you are the only
Radha of this Kishan.
Categories:
radha, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form:
"The sounds of Earth is the music of my soul."
A beautiful path I travelled,
An oasis I have reached,
You were, my love, waiting for me,
I waited for you too.
There were rocks which were rough on my feet
There were thorns on the flowers,
which pricked me to bleed,
I stumbled a few times,
But I didn’t stop, I didn’t cry,
I knew you were waiting for me,
I waited for you too.
My path was uneven,
My journey was tempestuous,
My love was strong,
My gaze luminous,
The champagne light of autumn,
mysterious whisper of twirling leaves,
The turquoise waves lapping on shore,
chirping melody by a tiny hummingbird,
elusive dewdrops on lotus leaves..quivering,
Earth's music envelops my soul,
I knew you were waiting for me,
I waited for you too.
Notes: When writing a poem with romanticism as my theme, I thought of the legend of Radha and Krishna, the eternal lovers, from Hindu Mythology. Radha used to meet her beloved on stormy nights, when on the way, often her feet used to get pricked by thorns, and bleed. She never stopped. Their love and devotion transcended eternity.
August 16, 2022
R Poetic Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
FIRST PLACE
Categories:
radha, longing, love,
Form:
Romanticism
Behold, how horribly the hungry Fire gapes at us
like a python, like a ravenous whale
and like the Bermuda Triangle.
How terribly the maddened Fire devours bricks and stones,
and drinks all the snow-hills like a tasty wine!
Like a demon, the Fire eats crunching the bones of Cain and
the skeleton of Lahab*, eats like the kernel of a palm
uprooting the blue eyes of Genghis.
Where are you running fast, o Man, like a bewildered horse?
O the lost horse, where are you going madly raising your tail?
Breaking down the wall of sight, behold, how horribly
the Fire gapes at us!
It is is such a fire which devours not only our body
but also our invisible soul. Like a rat,
it eats into the coconut of our heart bit by bit.
There is no Jesus more who will absorb all your sins in his cross.
There is no Gautama more who will play the flute of wisdom
sitting under the shade of the pee-pul tree.
There is no Krisna more who will pour down a cloud of love
into the thirsty eyes of Radha.
There is no Mohammad more who will save you running
from the clutch of the hungry Fire.
O Man, O Horse, O Bull,
There is no prophet more, keep it in your mind.
Keep in mind, there is no saviour more except a love-lorn poet.
* the enemy of prophet Mohammad(sm
Categories:
radha, spiritual,
Form:
Blank verse
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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.
Categories:
radha, adventure, angel, art, beautiful,
Form:
Free verse
Dozing on a hammock
strung between two towering palms
with the sky above-
color washed in turquoise blue
and the waters below
reflecting that heavenly hue,
you came to me causing ripples
of joy, sailing in a whimsical dream
like the strains of a symphony
churning out endless vibrations
in my solitary heart
you showed up
all too sudden
like a rainbow on my vacant sky
after a cloud burst of cloistered grief
to blaze it with iridescent shades
Your smile
embalmed my bruised spirit
with the coolness of a summer drizzle
falling, like manna
over starved Israelites
in their arduous odyssey
through blistering sands
Your passionate breath,
spewed on my face
bore the scent of opening buds
in the mazy tangle of wild creepers
growing dense in nearby woods.
Your amorous whispers
fell in my ears
with the sweetness of the melody
from *Krishna’s flute
with Radha near ,love sick
her lips curled in an immaculate smile.
Your soft footsteps
like the jingle of a court dancer
echoed in the silence of my soul
with a hundred evocations
As the jingles
came nearer in synchronizing rhythm
I held out my arms
to clasp you in tight embrace
and reel you in frenzied jig
But you vanished,
vanished,
with the swiftness
of bubbles rising and breaking
in a beer glass,
leaving me to my desolate zone
The sky overhead had changed
into another shade
Still I lay in mid air,
with my eyes sealed tight
to re-live that whimsical dream
once again!
*According to Hindu Scriptures, Radha and Krishna were so devoted to each other that their romance remains a love legend of all times. Radha would fly into a state of ecstasy with the songs flowing through Krishna's flute…..
'W' New Poems Poetry Contest- Whimsical
Sponsor- Constance La France
Categories:
radha, dream, fantasy, romance,
Form:
Blank verse
The quiet the calm the hush
Morning melting the night
Dark dissolving in dew-drops
The light the sheen the lush
The lips the smile the dimple
On streets the childhood spree
Movies of unfolding pink life
Hibiscus rustic and simple
The fury the flash and fire
Do not desire to dominate
Their eyes fixed at Krishna
With Radha playing the lyre
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29 May, 2019
AN UPLIFTING FEELING
Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
Categories:
radha, 9th grade, beauty, life,
Form:
Rhyme