The Blue Boy Of Brindavan

The Blue Boy of Brindavan

At first I heard only 

The music,

The alluring bamboo Reed,

Whispering through 

Smudges of fog.

As if in a dream,

A blue face,

Outlined the white fog,

Mesmerizing,

Just a suggestion of 

A face!

The face of Life,

The face of love,

The face one can never 

Forget,

The face that I long to see 

Not in my dreams,

But in reality! 

The music tells me ,

He's just around the corner

I just need to take a step

And He will uncover,

The Universe ,

With a snap of His finger! 

For now,

The veil that covers His face,

Has moved ,

And I can see a sliver 

Of Bliss ,

If you blink ,

You miss! 

Why ? Oh Why? 

Do you tease me so? 

I hear the soft rustle 

Of silk , 

Feet treading purposefully ,

Toward me,

I shiver with anticipation,

Not knowing what

 Bliss is! 

The tune,

The breath,

The wind 

And the smile,

Just dazzle me,

And in a moment 

I am one with Him .

Knowing nothing

Knowing everything!