You are mine. I am yours.
My little Meera,
I watch over you as you play, sing, dance, cry, hope and sleep.
I am always with you, every footstep of the way. Do you not realize, I cradle you in my arms at this very moment? I love you, sweet child! I cannot bear to look at you, my little one, for maya threatens to take me once again.
I adore you more than you can imagine. More than *you* can imagine – you with the fire in your eye and the strength in your heart. You with enough love to bind and shackle the Almighty Supreme Lord of the Three Worlds yet have enough love remaining to spare for the world.
I am but a slave to your song. I am the little bells on your gunguru. I long to draw you into Myself, to dance a blissful, fiery thillana. I long to gaze upon your graceful curves and sparkling eyes just as you gaze upon my own. To wrap my leg around your waist as yours wraps my own, to rest my hand upon your shoulder as yours rests upon mine, just as we were long ago when you were Radha, dancing the Rasakrida. I long to be your charioteer, my little Satyabama. Together, no evil could rear its head against us. No Jabberwocky would go unslain. No fears would remain in the world.
But realize this, little love. Were I to take you away from your pain and away from the pain you would cause the unworthy Rana, our selfishness would manifest as a tiny tulasi leaf of guilt, as weighty as the leaf you placed on the scales when you were Rukmini. Such is the power and curse of karma.
I promise you, when your ordeals are over, when you have given to the world what you set out to give when you were born as a bardess – that very minute I shall make you mine forever. Your lover’s bed shall remain in the sky, waiting for you to shed this life.
Do not think that means I will let you go. I will pull at your pallu every time you tug at my heartstrings with your coy smiles. I will hide and watch as you search in vain – for you tease my by your very existence. I will appear at your bedside in your dreams and claim you; the Rana shall not have my betrothed, in body or spirit.
Do not ever doubt that I will hold fast, never to let go.
You are mine, Meera. I am yours.
~Meera ke prabhu giridhar
I watch over you as you play, sing, dance, cry, hope and sleep.
I am always with you, every footstep of the way. Do you not realize, I cradle you in my arms at this very moment? I love you, sweet child! I cannot bear to look at you, my little one, for maya threatens to take me once again.
I adore you more than you can imagine. More than *you* can imagine – you with the fire in your eye and the strength in your heart. You with enough love to bind and shackle the Almighty Supreme Lord of the Three Worlds yet have enough love remaining to spare for the world.
I am but a slave to your song. I am the little bells on your gunguru. I long to draw you into Myself, to dance a blissful, fiery thillana. I long to gaze upon your graceful curves and sparkling eyes just as you gaze upon my own. To wrap my leg around your waist as yours wraps my own, to rest my hand upon your shoulder as yours rests upon mine, just as we were long ago when you were Radha, dancing the Rasakrida. I long to be your charioteer, my little Satyabama. Together, no evil could rear its head against us. No Jabberwocky would go unslain. No fears would remain in the world.
But realize this, little love. Were I to take you away from your pain and away from the pain you would cause the unworthy Rana, our selfishness would manifest as a tiny tulasi leaf of guilt, as weighty as the leaf you placed on the scales when you were Rukmini. Such is the power and curse of karma.
I promise you, when your ordeals are over, when you have given to the world what you set out to give when you were born as a bardess – that very minute I shall make you mine forever. Your lover’s bed shall remain in the sky, waiting for you to shed this life.
Do not think that means I will let you go. I will pull at your pallu every time you tug at my heartstrings with your coy smiles. I will hide and watch as you search in vain – for you tease my by your very existence. I will appear at your bedside in your dreams and claim you; the Rana shall not have my betrothed, in body or spirit.
Do not ever doubt that I will hold fast, never to let go.
You are mine, Meera. I am yours.
~Meera ke prabhu giridhar
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