I do not know, if I should throw my pen away
and go as far as I can from these heavy clouds,
raging storm inside my head, tearing me apart
but I fear my index finger will start to bleed
and I shall keep on writing with my marooned blood!
I do not know just how and why I am like this,
either cursed or blessed with a Love, I know not why,
that has found me fertile and planted Her seeds inside,
when all i had craved was to drink life to the lees;
Love that is Radha and Krishna at the same time!
Radha in Her grand yearning for His divine touch
and Krishna for His caring powers to complete!
I do not know,
can a black hole ever be in the light?
I’m just a poet,
may the rest be permanent in some other life!