Unruly waves of curly hair,
Black as the darkest midnight,
Mirror that reflects those locks of mine
With nothing left to imagine,
Krishna veni- The dark haired beauty,
Or so they call me.
But never did they realize,
And nor did I,
That those ink black unruly curls-
Were same as the ones Krishna had.
But never did they realize,
And nor did I,
When priests preached that
God is everywhere.
But, in the mirror-
Reflected back
Are those charcoal curls
The irony lingers.
Forever it shall-
Krishna veni.
Funny. Isn't it?
More like-
Veni of Krishna
But still-
Never they will realize
And nor will I
That God living in us all !
STAI LEGGENDO
Searching- A saga ✔
PoesiaMany 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...