Indian Religion · Personal reflections



Yellow, her favourite colour, 
Like the golden-light of her widest smile.
Hiding just enough of that slightly-chipped tooth, 
Exposed in a full-hearted-laugh, in a little while. 
A white-and-sea-green dress, her favourite pearls, 
A head-scarf covering where silvery-grey once shone
They celebrated with her, her birth and life, 
This day, last year, striving that pain isn’t shown.
Eyes full of unspoken thoughts, he sat quietly, 
Aloof, alone, in the middle of it all. 
Burdened by the pain-to-come his heart let out
A sigh that broke down the teary-eyed wall.
Krishna! The Yellow-robed One
In your flute I’ll find my lost Sun.

Krishnadhwani by Pt. Hariprasad Chaurasia

~ Photo by Suhas Mehra

This is my 100th post for the calendar year 2014. And I thank whosoever planned it to be this way. There is no way I could have planned this special number for this special 100-word-post triggered by a very special memory and experience.
Krishna, You Alone Are!


Linking this post with ABCWednesday: Y, Y is for Yellow

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