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Rama Krsna Aug 10
it’s time
to prune the shrubby black forest
and brush those silky cobwebs
off that glossy pink camellia,
the king bee is lonely
circling shiny petals
yearning for a taste of sunny honey

only when the honey bee
plunges deep into
the crevices of this tender corolla
will that rosy flower blossom

in a quiet corner
a ‘graceful cat’ meows

© 2019
Rama Krsna Aug 5
warped,
weird,
whirling,
wonder-filled,
a garland of words
eulogized by occidental cosmologists today
to deify the milky way

for five millennia,
in clandestine chambers of
the temple of the lord with a lotus navel,
oriental sages, finely tuned into
ultimate mantras of the cosmos,
initiated ‘twice born’ namboodris of kerala
into a mellifluous sanskrit verse....

a potent heart melting hymn
where our star-studded galaxy,
milky in complexion,
is seen as a spinning jagged-edged discus,
worn as an ornamental ring
around vishnu’s slender index finger,
from whose whirling lotus navel
the birth of inseparable twins:
warped space intertwined with flowing time

now this is a garland of exquisite beauty!


© 2019
vishnu: the all pervading one
namboodris: a sect of brahmins from kerala
Rama Krsna Aug 4
in the far reaching circumference
of your eloquent silence,
a galactic gravitational pull
tugs me deep within
busting the black hole of my own illusions.

i spy
nestled inside your incandescent halo:

avatars, bliss. compassion, divinity, enlightenment, forgiveness, grace, holiness,
infinity, joy, kindness, light, miracles,
nirvana, omnipresence, peace, quiescence,
radiance, self, tranquility, utopia, veritas,
wisdom, xenodochy, yogi, zen master
all gift wrapped in one!

the a to z of sanctity.....

untouched by clocks
i stand as a king-side pawn
who’s magnetically drawn
to that shining white light
like a moth to a flame

© 2019
A to Z poem conceived in a state of deep meditation eulogizing the greatness of  the cosmic being.
Rama Krsna Aug 3
atop
that golden haystack
mounted on an unwieldy bullock cart
you wished we had......

a regret of a million lifetimes!

every time
your plucky smile flashes
in the sacred space between brows,
i see a wish fulfilling acacia tree
nymphalid butterflies flutter in my gut
and rapid clips of lifetimes past
neatly edited,
projected as movie trailers

your deathlike silence
has quietly become my universe,
as i pen in moon-like solitude
memoirs of an unrequited love

© 2019
Dedicated to all those who’ve loved, failed and venture to retry.
Rama Krsna Aug 2
as galaxies collide
black holes mate
and tectonic plates dance,
silly humans twitter away
asinine triviality day after day

this earth
already consumed by deathly Time
just a pimple in the universe’s prat,
about to be defecated
as cosmic excreta
to another remote corner of our multiverse

a befitting lesson
for a new generation of
lucifers, mammons and belphegors
puffed up with massive egos
yearning to play god

the real one quietly smiles
and now takes aim...


© 2019
Rama Krsna Aug 1
gratitude maximus,
earthly moms
for bearing in your ******
the burgeoning seed of intense passion
planted for forty weeks
amidst severe contractions
and extreme corporal discomfort

makes me ponder,
how that burden measures
to the pain maximus
suffered by the mother of the cosmos
who patiently hauled and delivered
the primal seed of desire
from her womb
for god only knows how long?

© 2019
Rama Krsna Jul 31
akhila
queen of masks!
each veil worn
to germanic perfection
they’ve become you,
hiding that true deity
lurking deep within

each motley camouflage
a charade to quell
a rising dam
of kaleidoscopic emotions
bubbling from regrettable actions
of lives past

this towering fortress
surrounding your jello heart
self built, brick by brick
and coated with
the leaded paint of distrust,
is now impenetrable

akhila
sporting a thousand faces!
lose that stealthy visor of denial,
and true to your name
open your white silk kimono
at once
to let the tides in
and watch that inner pink lotus coruscate

who am i?

the beleaguered king
tired of wearing a million cloaks
and desperately looking
to lose them all
in order to find
my true goddess akhila

© 2019
akhila: a Sanskrit name meaning the enchanting one who is “whole” or “complete”
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