Radha’s Question

 Radha knew he would not return,
Still her heart chose only him to yearn;
No promises held, no wedding flame,
Yet forever she carried Krishna’s name.

Krishna walked toward crown and throne,
While Radha stayed in love alone;
So the heart keeps asking deep inside
Why did he leave her by the riverside?

If he loved her, why not return?
Why let her wait, why let her burn?
Was love just music beneath the sky,
Meant only for a passing time?

But perhaps love is not always stay,
Nor holding someone all the way;
Perhaps Krishna’s truth was strange and vast
A love too divine for the world to grasp.

For Radha never asked to reign,
Nor wished to bind him with her pain;
She loved him beyond return or claim,
And thus became eternal with his name.

Still, somewhere, a human heart would ask:
Did Krishna leave her in the past?
Or did he carry her all along,
Silent… hidden beneath his song?

No one knows the final truth above,
For divine stories blur human love;
Yet Radha’s faith through all remained
That true love need not always be retained.

One Day, Alone

Will I ever go on a solo trip,
Far from the noise the crowded days grip?
Just me, the roads, the sky so wide,
And nature walking by my side.

To stand beneath the open air,
With nothing heavy left to bear;
Hands stretched wide, heart beating free,
As if the world belongs to me.

Loud waterfalls, pure mountain breeze,
Silent forests and dancing leaves;
No hurdles there, no human noise,
Only nature and my own voice.

Perhaps one day I’ll gather the nerve,
To live the peace my soul deserves;
And in that moment, wild and free,
I may finally discover me.

The Anger I Fear

 Why is there so much anger in me,

Against the world, against what I see?

A fire rising without a name,

Burning quietly all the same.

The mind grows heavy, sharp, and loud,
Turning warmth into a darkened cloud;
Not wishing harm, not wishing pain,
Yet anger returns again and again.

I never wanted a heart this hard,
Never wished to keep my guard;
Still something deep refuses peace,
As if restless storms will never cease.

Perhaps the soul is tired inside,
Holding wounds it tries to hide;
For anger often grows from pain,
From silent losses that remain.

So may this heart learn calm someday,
May bitterness slowly fade away;
For beneath the anger, fierce and sore,
Lives a soul that wished to hurt no more.

The Beauty of Rain

 Why does rain feel so beautiful,
As if the sky itself has become merciful?
Each drop touches the skin so light,
Washing away the dust of life.

Why does its fragrance calm the soul,
Like broken pieces becoming whole?
The scent of rain upon the earth
Feels like nature’s quiet rebirth.

Perhaps rain reminds the heart
That endings too can become a start;
That even clouds heavy with pain
Return as something soft as rain.

It cleans not only roads and trees,
But hidden worries carried silently;
For a moment, the world feels slow,
And peace begins to gently flow.

Maybe that is why faces smile
Watching rain fall mile by mile;
Because somewhere deep, the soul is aware
Rain feels like heaven touching earth with care.

Only a Dream

 Dreams are meant to stay unreal,
Soft imaginations we only feel;
Like when the rain begins to fall,
And the heart forgets the world and all.

It whispers softly, “Step outside,
Raise your face, let drops collide;
Open your hands, let the heavens flow,
And take your soul where dreamers go.”

As if the rain could wash away
Every wound life chose to stay;
As if beyond those silver streams
Wait heavenly worlds built out of dreams.

Yet still I stand behind the line,
Watching rain through glass and time;
Though storms have called me all these years,
I never stepped ahead of fears.

So there it stays—my quiet sky,
A dream I’ll love, but never try.

Jaane Do

 Jaane do… just let it pass,
Like drifting clouds above the glass;
Whatever life may bring or break,
Let it flow for your own sake.

Let the waters cross your head,
Watch in silence, nothing said;
This mortal life, with all its play,
Is only drama night and day.

People come and people go,
Feelings rise, then fade like snow;
What seems eternal turns to dust,
And time dissolves both love and trust.

For one deep truth remains below—
One day no “you” will even know;
No pain, no joy, no lingering cry…
Just stillness where all endings lie.

Wandering Mind

Jobless me, with restless thoughts,
Running circles, tying knots;
A tired mind that will not rest,
Questioning if it’s doing its best.

“Why am I so stupid?” echoes near,
Fed by doubt and silent fear;
But hearts weighed down speak harsh at times,
Especially in unfinished climbs.

A phase is not a final name,
Nor struggle proof that you’re to blame;
Even lost roads someday bend
And broken thoughts don’t mean the end.