Meera, the doll
Meera the doll…
With twinkling eyes and fiery spirit, she leapt into the air like a newborn phoenix. The embers flashed from the tips of her wings and scattered the entire universe. Even in the shadows of her fires, the gold bangles glinted, full of joy, anger, sorrow, bliss, life! She pounced on her prey with such single-mindedness, she saw nothing of her surroundings – only the wide, round, stark black eyes draped in purple-gold lids garnished with pepper-black lashes. As she neared her target, as it became too apparent that she could not miss, she found herself tumbling, tumbling, falling to the ground in a faint.
Where is my Krishna? He was right there! I saw Him!
To heck with Him. I’m on my own now. I’m tired of being hurt. I’m tired of the dreams.
I’m tired of waiting and waiting. I have a king and he loves me. I have the world, and it loves me. What need have I for my Krishna?
My Krishna…
This is not a need. This is not even a want. It is. It just exists. To quantify it, or to understand it is not possible. Every woman loves Krishna. Every woman is a gopika, in search of her Krishna. She tries and she tries but mostly in vain. She looks for her Krishna in each and every man she encounters. This is a part of a woman’s existence. This love, prema, is not just physical or mental or emotional. It is spiritual. Society would have us search for our Krishna in only a husband – the reality is, Krishna exists wherever He wants to, and if you listen to society, you might miss him. A husband, a friend, a lover, a brother, a son, even in sound, song, and inanimate objects – there’s a reason the navavidhabhakthis (re: June 2006) are not solely romantic. The essence of prema is bhakthi, after all, and it is possible to find our Krishna anywhere.
If you find your Krishna, do not let go. He is a little rascal and He’ll try to run away. Do Not Let Go. Without Him there is no existence.
Thum bin rahyo na jaay….
Pyare darshan deejo aaj, thum bin rahyo na jaay…
Jal bin kamal chand bin rajani, aisi thum dekhya bin sajani
Aakul vyakul phirun raina din, birah khalejo khaay!
Divasa na bhook, neendu nahin raina
Mukh soonkatha naave baina
Kahaan kahoon kachu kahatha na aave, Milkar tapatha bhujaaay.
Kyo tharsavo, antharyami? Aaya milo, kirupakaro swami!
Meera dasi, janam janam ki, padeen thumare paay!
With twinkling eyes and fiery spirit, she leapt into the air like a newborn phoenix. The embers flashed from the tips of her wings and scattered the entire universe. Even in the shadows of her fires, the gold bangles glinted, full of joy, anger, sorrow, bliss, life! She pounced on her prey with such single-mindedness, she saw nothing of her surroundings – only the wide, round, stark black eyes draped in purple-gold lids garnished with pepper-black lashes. As she neared her target, as it became too apparent that she could not miss, she found herself tumbling, tumbling, falling to the ground in a faint.
Where is my Krishna? He was right there! I saw Him!
To heck with Him. I’m on my own now. I’m tired of being hurt. I’m tired of the dreams.
I’m tired of waiting and waiting. I have a king and he loves me. I have the world, and it loves me. What need have I for my Krishna?
My Krishna…
This is not a need. This is not even a want. It is. It just exists. To quantify it, or to understand it is not possible. Every woman loves Krishna. Every woman is a gopika, in search of her Krishna. She tries and she tries but mostly in vain. She looks for her Krishna in each and every man she encounters. This is a part of a woman’s existence. This love, prema, is not just physical or mental or emotional. It is spiritual. Society would have us search for our Krishna in only a husband – the reality is, Krishna exists wherever He wants to, and if you listen to society, you might miss him. A husband, a friend, a lover, a brother, a son, even in sound, song, and inanimate objects – there’s a reason the navavidhabhakthis (re: June 2006) are not solely romantic. The essence of prema is bhakthi, after all, and it is possible to find our Krishna anywhere.
If you find your Krishna, do not let go. He is a little rascal and He’ll try to run away. Do Not Let Go. Without Him there is no existence.
Thum bin rahyo na jaay….
Pyare darshan deejo aaj, thum bin rahyo na jaay…
Jal bin kamal chand bin rajani, aisi thum dekhya bin sajani
Aakul vyakul phirun raina din, birah khalejo khaay!
Divasa na bhook, neendu nahin raina
Mukh soonkatha naave baina
Kahaan kahoon kachu kahatha na aave, Milkar tapatha bhujaaay.
Kyo tharsavo, antharyami? Aaya milo, kirupakaro swami!
Meera dasi, janam janam ki, padeen thumare paay!
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