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I will imagine
Kanha’s eyes
as peepal leaves now
for a few days,
opening, closing,
hypnotically
like a leaf bouncing
delicately
in a gentle
flirty breeze.
Me, closing my eyes,
veiling them
with betel leaves
as a Bengali bride
to imagine Him
in the secret darkness
of my hooded eyes.
I will see Him
looking back at me
piercingly, all knowing
and deliberately,
inviting me to join Him
as His partner
in the entrancing dance
of the final union.
With such conviction
I will dance with Him
that when I lower
the betel leaves and
raise my gaze
slowly
I will see nothing
but Him,
His enchanting eyes
fixated on me
still piercing
but now gleaming,
like peepal leaves glistening
with morning dew,
claiming me
as His rightful maiden.
I will see Him
smiling radiantly
in triumph,
in acceptance,
now taking a form
I describe not
rushing towards me
fast…faster than
His swift Garuda,
And in one sweep
of His majestic,
handsome arms
engulfing me,
crumbling all of me
in an ecstatic embrace,
beyond which there is
no knowing!
The only true lingering
that will remain,
will be of an
eternal bliss
of the final union.
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Two words from Sadhvi Vrinda’s latest poem -“Peepal leaf”- sounded so refreshing to me, that they inspired me, to imagine a beautiful form of Kanha, and somehow trickle that form into words, as a thankful comment to her. Niren Patel ji took notice of my comment, and inspired me to make a post on it. I listened to him. I wrote some more here, to complete it. Still not revealing fully though, my imagined form of Him, for no words can befit him! My humble gratitude to both of these lovely people.
Image Art: Drawn by me. I am inspired by Indrajit Nattoji’s lively and colorful art.
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