Soft blue child, your buttery smile and mischievous eyes reveal your guilty secret... You have broken into my larder and reclaimed that which is rightfully yours. All that is left is your baby footprints in butter.
This butter theif, with gilded lute, calls like laughter bubbling on a sea of froth. His eyes, like soft does, touch each milkmaids priceless inner beauty. With a simple glance one is completly undone, dissolving into cosmic spirals. Like ants, we scurry to play.
Dear Brother How I've Remembered You, Jaya Radha Madhava :Bhaktivinode Thakur jaya radha madhava kunja-bihari gopi-jana-vallabha giri-vara-dhari yasodanandana vraja-jana-ranjana jamuna-tira-bana-cari We both have been outdone Namaste, Sylvan
The most beautiful verse on Krishna, in my opinion, was written by the great advaitin scholar, Madhusoodana Saraswati (his commentary on the Bhagavad Geeta is considered equal to that of even Sri Adi Shankaracharya). He wrote: vamshivibhooshitakarat navaneerabharaat petaambarat aruna bimba phalada roshtaat poornendusundara mukhat aravinda netraat krishnaat param kimapi tattvam aham na jaane. - I know no greater truth than Krishna whose has the hue of a rain-laden clud, whose hand is adorned by a flute, whose face is as lovely as the full moon, and whose eyes are like lotus petals.
One of my favourite slokas from Srimad Bhagavatam: barhāpīḍam naṭa-vara-vapuḥ karṇayoḥ karṇikāraḿ bibhrad vāsaḥ kanaka-kapiśaḿ vaijayantīḿ ca mālām randhrān veṇor adhara-sudhayāpūrayan gopa-vṛndair vṛndāraṇyaḿ sva-pada-ramaṇaḿ prāviśad gīta-kīrtiḥ Wearing a peacock feather on his head, a blue forest flower behind his ear, Dressed in golden yellow, wearing a garland of wildflowers, filling the holes of his flute with the nectar of his lips Krishna, revelling in his own Self, entered the Vrindavan forest with the cowherd boys who sang his glories.
Hmmm...this was the first poem of yours that didn't enthrall me as such...I think you have written much better. Still, I can't talk...I have had writer's block for so long now I would almost conisder it a friend *grimaces* HELP! X
Hannah, I think your reason for disliking the poem is based on a cultural difference. The baby in question is Sri Krishna, whose leela of stealing butter is symbolic of taking away all our worldly cravings and leaving his footprints in the heart.
I have to admit, your inspiration for the poem is just that...inspirational! And my lack of knowledge and comprehension surrounding religion is, indeed, great...I am the fiercest atheist I know, but that does not excuse me. I hold immense respect for your culture and religion, Bhaskar...always have done...you are one of the wisest and gentlest people I have had the good fortune of meeting (albeit virtually). So please do not feel offended that I do not like this poem...I just didn't like the words you used Ignorant fool that I am! XxX
