Once upon a time,
I made myself a promise:
to follow my joy
unconditionally.
When the promise became
an effortless practice,
a miracle happened.
Joy
started following me
unconditionally.
Joy
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Love Cajoling at Vrindavan
Bank of Yamuna, spring eternally embellished.
Lover’s dais an adorned amulet frothing in love
Love notes playing on perfumed petals of lute.
Horizon blushed in hush seeing the charisma
Dusk with vermillion pride hanging on the west.
Moon savour Yamuna’s dancing waves of joy
Night stood metamorphosed like a dream.
Green wood tranquil, tamed leaves non fluttering
Humble breeze unfold magic mantra in hour’s spirit.
Heaven perched upon Vrindavan as a bough
And the habitants’ left in spell bound.
Vrindavan yielded to Lord Krishna’s fervid Leelas.
His footprints kiss sands and imprints sing keertan for him.
His pranks on Gopis, moments of supreme celebration
Such fiesta they foster as caprice and love to indulge more
Unconditional love of Gopis an undisputed renowned truth.
Radha , the true love and shadow of Krishna
Love stricken ethereal beauty of Vrindavan
Often hides her presence playfully in the bushes
To invite Krishna’s blissful apparitions to get lost
in his sudden embarrassing embrace of love.
She forgets self in those elated soulful moments.
When her soft fingers touch His peacock feather
There is rainbow harvest on the bluish sky.
When Krishna caress her tresses romantically
Her anklets and bangles giggles in ecstasy.
When Radha’s honeyed lips kiss His Murali
Shivarangini Raaga flows as Ganga everywhere.
Whole Vrindavan exhale their love saga
There is a melody in the mesmerising love.
Glory of Radha and Krishna touch the sky.
It chimes on the clouds and reach Devalog.
Away from all crowds, simple and divine lass Tulsi
Surrender in devotion as garland for Krishna
To remain on Krishna’s chest as Srivatsa forever!
© Maaya Dev 2015 Dec
Foot Notes
Vrindavan : A Hindu pilgrimage site, especially in referenced to Lord Krishna
Gopi _A sanskrit word meaning ‘cow-herd girl’. Having unconditional love for Lord krishna
Leelas – A sanskrit word which means play
Keertan – Devotional hymn
Devlog – Heaven
Murali – Flute which is Lord Krishna’s favourite instrument.
Tulsi : Basil leaf which is considered as a sacred plant.
Srivatsa – It is a mark on the chest of Lord Vishnu where his consort Sri Lakshmi resides.
( Krishna is considered as the reincarnation of Lord Vishnu)
The Last Call
I can sense my time is up
I can feel my soul is parting
I can’t leave nor can I fight
Link of body to soul is fragile.
The heaven is waiting for me
I can’t escape nor postpone.
All my promises are breaking
casting away all chains of bond.
In a flashback I glanced my life
Love felt, tears shed, joys shared,
Wealth gained, Wisdom acquired,
‘Stare’ gave me a sheepish disownment.
Today I am somebody with name
Tomorrow I will be nobody with flesh
While embracing the only truth left
I bid farewell to embark a fresh journey !!
© Maaya Dev
The Mould
An erratic writing after a long break from poetry… I don’t know if this is a whole poem or three different ones, and hence separated with asterisks. But this is what I penned down as I sat in the morning OutPatient Unit at the hospital and took the blank side of an investigation prescription sheet. The picture below was the unexpected prompt that made me write the first two lines. 
Raindrops needle through my petals,
Splice through my parched heart…
I can see you smile in the dark night,
I can see the bygone dreams again…
I can find myself in love songs –
Something I didn’t dare for long…
***
The canopy of my joy is made of
Dark clouds that shade the glares;
The sunshine is just a dream
That’s best kept behind the veils…
Maybe this was what took shape
Over times of reducing grey thoughts…
***
The lyrical daydreams are blossoms
That last a single day,
But when every day is a song,
It lasts as long as you want…
Love, I see now, is just a filling –
The mould is always you…
***
© Sana Rose 2014
May 5th, 2014