Searching- A saga ✔

11- Reminding me, are you?

I glance around me,

Taking in my surroundings,

Everything reminds me of you, Kanha,

Everything...

But ...

If the world finds it odd,

Then I'll dare it to change,

But I'll never change...

As I'll always be the girl who you'll love...

And the girl who'll always love you...

No matter what...

The singing birds remind me of your flute...

Will you someday play for me?

The swaying trees remind me of your peacock feather...

The way it dances in the breeze...

Will I someday hold it?

Maybe, someday you'll let me,

Place it on your crown?

The blue sky with its monsoon clouds ....

Reminds me of you again...

Your flawless skin with monsoon features...

Someday maybe we'll play merry-go-round?

The yellow flowers my Mom uses for pooja...

Aren't they the colour of your pitaambharam?

Someday, you'll let me shower those blossoms on you?

And those silly ornaments that

I bedeck myself with,

Don't you use them too?

Can I do your Shringaar one day, Kanha?

The butter my mother makes Pav Bhaji with....

Every single time, it brings tears to my eyes....

You stole butter, did n't you?

Along with all our hearts?

Nowadays, I wonder whether,

I love Pav because of the butter

Or because of the Bhaji.

Someday, you'll let me feed you?

My granny says you come 

Every Janmashtami night,

To take butter from every house,

I remember those days too...

When I used lie awake...

Waiting for you...

Thinking that if I close my eyes,

And pretend to sleep,

You will not find out....

But I never saw you....

The lotuses that blossom in the pond

They remind me of your feet, Kanha...

Just as soft, just as smooth...

Some day, you'll let me clean your feet?

And nearby those lotuses,

Are those queenly blue lillies...

Just as beautiful as your eyes...

In which I'll forever be lost...

Someday, you'll let me wipe your tears away?

I know even gods have problems...

And I'll be honored beyond words...

If I would be the shoulder 

On which you could lay bare your problems....

Even the overhead fans,

That groan all night 

Remind me of you, Kanha

The way your gold discuss spins...

They say that when you slew Shishupala

A trail of blood appeared in its wake

Due To the rotational friction of your Chakra,

Someday, if it happens again....

Come to my house, Kanha...

And I'll be more than happy 

To dress your wound...

So what if I am not Panjaali?

Have you seen that rose garland

That my sister wore last year?

They reminded me of your lips, Kanha.

And maybe someday...

At this point,

Tears smudge my vision..

And loneliness throttles me...

I know you are a busy God...

A busy body,

Preserving everything,

Planning for incarnations,

Serving your devotees,

Vanquishing the demons,

But someday, you'll surely come for me?