|| Did Radha Forget, or Does Krishna Delay? ||

 

By the river I sat, my thoughts running wild,

A heart too restless, too tender, too styled.

“Why am I extra?” I whispered in pain,

With feelings too heavy for mortals to contain.

So extra, I cannot shove love down my throat,

A ship overloaded, yet forced still to float.

Tell me, O Radha, you goddess of flame,

Did you once wander through sorrows the same?

Was your love also more loss than delight,

A battle of longing by day and by night?

Did your heart shatter, trampled and torn,

By footsteps of many who left you forlorn?

And yet, through your tale, my hope still survives,

Your faith in Krishna keeps lighting my skies.

But tell me, dear Rani, did you forget me?

Or send me the broken, and leave me to be?

For if a soul waits, my other, my part,

Where is he hiding, that thief of my heart?

Does he not search for me, lost in the crowd,

Does he not cry my name softly, aloud?

How is he sane, when the moonlight does glow,

Not aching to wonder where his Beloved goes?

If he is my Krishna, then send him my way,

Or end this charade, this tiresome play.

For life turns brutal when hearts have no home,

When sweetness devours and kindness can roam.

It swallows you whole, then spits you back out,

A cycle of silence, of ache, and of doubt.

So stop with the trials, stop with the pain,

Stop with this endless, invisible chain.

And if you despise me, O Radha, just say,

I’ll silence this heart and let reason hold sway.

Then death may be kinder, less bitter, less wild,

Than living unloved with a soul undefiled.

But if love is mine, please let him appear—

O Radha Rani, bring my Krishna near.

#Moonshines