My Surreal Dream In Blue

You are my Krishna,

My surreal dream in blue;

I know it won’t turn true,

I’ll only wake up,

With my eyes wet.

 

You are my Krishna,

You close your eyes,

And my universe is plunged in darkness;

You leave my side,

And I wait for the turn of the tide,

When you’ll again be by my side.

 

If Radha is your destiny, my Krishna,

Then why do you serenade another?

Can’t she be just your sister?

Why does another’s beauty radiate your soul?

 

The hypnotic tunes from your flute,

Emanating from your lips,

I dance only to your music;

Then why do your arms hold another?

Why do your eyes behold another?

I’d die rather,

Than see my love belong to another.

 

Just hold me once in your arms,

And let me be yours forever.

Let the clouds weep in joy,

Let the monsoon’s first showers wash our souls,

Just look at me once with love,

And let the universe melt with the sunset;

And all else be lost to dust,

In the whirlwind of our love eternal.