Among eight billion choices,
I chose the one whose heart doesn’t beat for me.
I chose the one who wasn’t born for me.
I chose the one who doesn’t even know me.
I wondered why… until one night, I understood.
Because—
He is the Dasharatha Nandana, every girl dreams of.
He is the Devaki Nandana ,every mother longs for.
He is the Rama,the strength every sibling leans on.
He is the Sri Krishna,the friend every Sudhama needs.
He is the dream, that lingers even when I wake.
He is the story, written in every heart.
He is the sun, that brightens the darkest days.
He is the river, that never stops flowing.
He is the wind ,that carries whispered prayers.
He is the word,that even a thousand words fail to define.
He is the nature, embracing endless miracles.
He is the ocean, holding countless mysteries.
He is the light, breaking through the darkness.
He is not mine, yet he belongs to all.
He is not just a person, but a presence .
A force, a legend, a name whispered in every era.
He is beyond dreams, beyond time.
Yet, he is the one my heart recognizes.
A Beloved of the Universe, A Stranger to Me.
A Love Meant for All, But Never for Me.
The Distance Between My Prayer and His Name.
Devotion Without a Destination.
