I whisper his name among the weeds
krishna krishna krishna
He does not hear.

I wear in my hair jasmine strings
And intoxicating sweetness
krishna does not smell.

I show him sights familiar, familial
krishna smiles, but he doesn’t see.

I offer him nectar,
all the flavours of the world – a life
He doesn’t taste.

And then he stands before me
In the flesh, wearing only a question
And now I cannot touch.

About Bhumika's Boudoir

I love to laugh, and end up being a part of high drama and stormy emotion even when I don't pursue it. Being creative, and communicating with people get me going. I enjoy all the good things in life especially those that are slightly risque, and apologise little, if ever, for all that I do. Literature is a passion and so is music.
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3 Responses to Verboten

  1. Ch4 says:

    My favorite anthology to Krishna.


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