O Lord Krishna
O dearest, lotus-eyed
deity from Mathura ,
tonight, the intense
fascination I feel for You
is oozing, serenely, into the icy cold fingers
I am about to use to
open a fresh window,
onto the cleansed
river of eternal happiness.
The new love I have
for You is turning
my dust-ridden soul
into fragrant sandalwood.
I feel like a
carpenter poised to transform
this cruel world into
a baby-swing, adorned
with beautiful pearls,
jewels, gems and gold.
Tranquillity waltzing in
my heart, You move
my melancholic feet
above each obstacle and make
me stop, stare and
reason my disjointed shadow
reflected onto the
bejewelled pillar of my mind.
I feel now priceless,
pristine and One.
O Murlimanohar!
Tonight, the intense
fascination I feel for You
is oozing serenely
into the mellifluous sounds
working wonders on my
heart a thousand times,
with Your flawless
flute enthralling each pious ear.
You make me dream of
sleeping inside
a hollow Banyan leaf,
of shining like a hundred
bright moons, of
dancing on serpent Kaliya’s hood,
of drawing and
painting ravishing rainbows.
The bitterness of the
entire world cannot defeat
the sweetness of Your
butter if one believes in You,
O Yashoda’s red-lipped
infant from Mathura .
BIOGRAPHY: Born in 1983, Amit Parmessur has been published in over 120 literary magazines, like Ann Arbor Review, Salt, Hobo Camp Review, Misfits' Miscellany, Jellyfish Whispers, Kalkion and Red Fez. His book on blog Lord Shiva and other poems has also been published by The Camel Saloon. He was nominated for the Pushcart Award in 2011 for Chinese Chicada Slough and has been nominated for He Thinks He's American for the 2012 Best of the Web Anthology. He lives in Quatre-Bornes, in Mark Twain's paradise island Mauritius, with his black cat and three cute dogs.
