When did I fall for that Natkhat?
Was it this morning, when He teased,
The life out me by dancing on the road,
And smirked from behind that treeWhen did I fall for Him, that Govind,
Was it yester night when He sang me to sleep
Whilst tears ran in streams down my cheeks
That He blew so casually awayWhen did I fall for Him, my Mukund?
Was it last week when He hugged me close,
And tickled me endlessly and brought
Me all those monsoon rains I'd forever craved.When did I fall for Him, Sri Hari?
Was it when He gifted me those pair
Of peacock feather engraved earrings
On an evening, a month ago.When did I fall for Him, my Madhav?
Was it half a year ago, when
Angrily I tore that peacock feather
And threw on His idol, giving up.When did I fall for Him, my Kanha,
Was it a year ago, when he haunted
All my dreams and thoughts,
I was, then, merely a puppet without the masterWhen did I fall for Him, that Visalaksh,
About few years ago, when He used to come
To my house for dinner and have a night off
So, we'd talk and gossip endlessly.When did I fall for Him, that Krishna?
Was it when, I was humiliated beyond tears
And running away, I bumped into Him
Who held me close and promised Karma.When did I fall for Him, my Narayan,
Was it five years ago, when I wrote Him that letter
That is still locked up in my almirah
Safe and secure, like my love.When did I fall for Him, the one who stole my heart
Was it when I was twelve years old
On the day in Vittal temple, to everyone's dismay,
I showered and threw all those blossoms on Him.When did I fall for Him, my beloved,
Was it when that ten year old me,
Childishly waited for Him throughout
The entire night of His Janmashtami.Tell me, when did I fall for Him?
Was it when the idol of Krishna,
Became the best friend of a lonely girl,
Who was lost in the world of Kali.When did I fall for Him, oh Universe?
Was it when I saw my name in every,
Picture of Him, as if He were calling out to me
From across ages and worlds and universes.When did I fall for Him, that dark hued Prince
Was it when I was dressed up with a Morpankh
With a flute clasped at my waist,
Playing the childish game of God -act.When, when exactly did I fall for Him?
Was it when a mother gifted her two year old
A brilliant blue Lord with lotus eyes,
To staunch her incessant crying.When exactly, did He steal that heart of mine?
Was it the day, I uttered the words
'Krishna' and couldn't forget the taste
Of His name on my lips, addicted to it.When did I start loving Him?
Was it the day, I was born?
When my grandmother asked
If I was Krishna or Krishni?I'll laugh innocently at the mind blowing
Discovery that she made on the evening I was born,
How true her words had rung,
And made me who I am.Perhaps, I'd been loving Him since,
The moment I was born,
Or perhaps, from all those births before,
But who can say for sure when,
Except Him?
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PoetryMany things that I've realized about this life... Many things that I've realized about myself... Many more about the society I live in... Much more about the world in general... But... Mainly about my world in particular... My world... FOR ONCE, NO...