Love And Love

Always yearn to become

Your flute...

Your breath will be music

To my blood...

Always yearn to be a garland.

A jasmine garland.

Sticking close to your chest.

I can feel the music...

Of your heartbeat...

Always yearn to be the butter

Relinquished and consumed by you.

Fate brought up me as stone...

Cold and hard...

But you chiseled me...

You chiseled your own image. 

In me...

In this cold stone...

Now I dont yearn for anything...

Now you dwell in me...

Oh Krishna..............

Without you I am nothing...

While with you....even nothing turns......EVERYTHING...