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Love of the eternal one 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

Love : the divine design

Both were power, both stood divine
Gaze met and eyes danced in shine

Soul entwined as snake - side effect without wine
She was six and he was nine
Claimed each other - forever mine
The divine pair - beautiful God design

Their body - medium nothing more
Love - the essence their soul swore

Two halves of one, beyond compare
True love found but it's so rare

Even God suffered in love from their core
Their stories so beautiful to explore

Maa Parvati fell first, but Baba fell harder
She sacrificed everything - even the order of her father
He cried and destroyed everyone who was part of gather
Took her body in his arms as a feather

Krishna devoted to Radha - stood tall
Revati travelled time - answering love's call
Many sacrificed - love conquers all
Follow your heart - even if the world appalls

If you found true one - you're experiencing heaven
If you are with wrong one - getting experience of hell even in heaven

The word LOVE of four letters 
Yet lays with huge responsibilities , sacrifices - you know better

VRINDAVAN

Unique name with its  deep and profound meaning .
Vrinda means goddess RADHA
Deity of love , sacrifice, empathy, grace
Van means forest, her kingdom this whole city is 
like a forest having crooked aisles 
Which is ruled by our beloved queen Vrinda means RADHA

A day of HOPE

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....

I Love Being Hindu

I am almost too excited to sleep
Today Holi started
The Festival of spring, the end of winter
Celebrating the divine love of Radha Krishna
Triumph of good over evil

We will have a bonfire tonight
Where we will pray that our internal evil is destroyed
Like Holika the sister of the demon king
Who was killed in fire
I love the bonfire! I see her dancing to her death there

Tomorrow morning is my favorite time of the festival.
Rangwali Holi. Nothing like it! It is a free for all.
Everyone is game! We can smear everybody with colors.
We get out our water guns and water balloons.
Musical groups sing and dance for us.

Tomorrow night things will settle down.
We will visit our family members and eat Holi delicacies.
I love being Hindu!

I Desire To Die Hard

Betrothed, 
Please don't come to the college campus 
In a rosy costume like a blooming red rose,
I feel bad.
Don't move on  the corridors  with your swan walks 
Being surrounded by your friends 
Like a Moghul princess, I feel bad.

Betrothed, 
Forming whirlpools in your blush red cheek
Nodding red jaw and sharp tongue 
Waving snow white slim hands 
Please don't tiptoe on the yard 
Like strings playing on the guitar 
My heart pounds, pebbles create longitudinal waves 
in my chest pond.,water tremble within 
I feel sad.

Betrothed, 
During tiffin hour  sitting in the common room
Don't  unbraid your long black hair 
Like Radha ilike a naughty rivulet 
The limitless sky may be covered with dark clouds 
All the neon bulbs may go out of order
I don't like to  use simile for you
Where's you, where is the black clouds. 

Betrothed, 
Don't put your two scarlet lips 
in the cup of hot tea in the cafeteria .
The flowery garden of tiny lips may wither 
in the scorching sun.
Thirsty greenery may burn like a  desert. 

I desire to die  hard.¦

Celebrate India Independence Day

It took us ninety years to get out from under the thumb
Of British rule, and many understand where we came from.
Mahatma Gandhi joined the fight in 1914 and taught us the way
To nonviolently protest with satyagraha, which we still use today

India got her freedom from the British on August fifteenth, 1947.
A jubilant day; I am sure our rejoicing could be heard in heaven.
Dancing and singing commenced in every town and street.
Our sheer exuberant happiness could not be beat.

Lord Krishna was there of course, we felt him in our bones.
We also sensed Radha, and danced to many ring tones.
The joy, the eager excitement, the happiness of that day
Has permeated India, and shall never go away!

The Blue Sky

Neelkanta 

Notabean don't take my words in difference between religion shiva have one child in northern State of India Krishna and south sate kartikey as his love for radha he ask to lord shiva for a space for life that reason sagar manth happened in where we are living because of intoxicating nature of snakes some become asuras come to the point now when Jesus Christ bron his name only change for Krishna to son of God.. That's also a reason stories made adam eve rest research Thanks dear

With love all 
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD

The Divine Duo

Wow! What a wowsome couple
Solid super and serenely supple
Seems to have and understanding much
Love just suffuses seeing them such
How they are about to entwine
To run the universe divine
Yogic romance and celestial dance
Inspires me to skill enhance
Vibrance in their aura oozing
Perfectly flexible and amazing
Radha and her consort supreme
Stand for and epitomic couple extreme
Dreaming together is dashing duo
In their delightful romance due..!!

Dark Dissolving In Dew-Drops

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

You Are the Radha of This Kishan

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.

Lust

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.

Champa

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.

Margarita With Her Animus

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)

Wether Has Thy Flute Gone Dear Krishna

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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.

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