Lover Boy

Where do these feelings come

As you read a poem

On watching the moon

Hearing a song

As though swerving in the wind

Carrying notes in a tune

Never played or heard

What these sprinkles sparkling

From heaven’s unknown bring,

Swirling and singing and dancing

In your lame heart, relentlessly

Churning with sounds of bangles

Of them Gopikas, of gokul

Of nandagaon or reverberating

The sounds of river yamuna's

Droplets of water sprinkling

On the sandy red hair of Krishna

Shining as gold and copper flare

As the rays from sunset bring

The seven colors shining at

every speck of the curly honey like

Curls of His locks reflecting in his

Shining and glittering eyes as He sways

Swinging in the embrace of gopis

And the hugs of Radhika, twining into

Each other’s bend as if the world

Never existed ever.. oh naïve lover boy!