Rama Krsna

Rama Krsna Sep 2021

mama used to say
silence is also conversation.

however, this deafening ‘quiet’ is unnerving.
even the back and forth of the winds
between us seems to have died.

was it something i said?
or was it the things i didn’t?

whatever maybe, forgive me
cuz life’s short,
moments we’ve shared, are indeed rare
so please don’t let this eerie silence instead,
speak for the two of us.

© 2021

sometimes the passing of a few days seem like eternity. these last four days have been just that.

#love #silence #space #quiet #heart #melancholy #sadness

Rama Krsna Sep 2021

when saying less is more....

just knowing you’re back
in time for the falling leaves,
perks up these pink roses in my room.
this city’s tap water feels a tad wetter,
even the meek new moon seems a lil’ brighter.

as the evening zephyr waltzes
across this moody park,
it seems to carry with it
a message of love, a beaming smile and knowing’s silence,
spruced with a whiff of those black orchids.

© 2021

“no point in living if you don’t feel alive”

#fall #love #distance #separation #beauty #detachment #freedom #silence

Rama Krsna Sep 2021

just for you

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🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁
🎁         if mere words              🎁
🎁      could only deliver           🎁
🎁 how i really feel about you 🎁
🎁     i’ll happily dissolve         🎁
🎁   into ink, pen and paper    🎁
🎁      to gift wrap myself         🎁
🎁    as a poem, just for you     🎁
🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁🎁
© 2021

dedicated to all the beautiful women in my life

#love #poems #words #emotion #feelings #distance #happiness

Rama Krsna Sep 2021

this bird has flown....

here,
by the bustling west side
a vintage Rothko in the making!
as the setting red sun
smooches a shy, dark-tanzanite sky.

her succulent strawberry lips,
seemingly
nowhere in sight.
there’s gotta be a portrait of this rose
somewhere......

the search now
ever since this bird has flown,
is for the missing piece of me,
which i keep scrupulously looking for
on every street

© 2021

poem inspired by a beautiful sunset on the west side of Manhattan that looked like a painting from Rothko’s “color fields”.

#distance #love #melancholy #sadness #separation #memories #smile

Rama Krsna Aug 2021

sillage...j’adore

although
you’ve never been
in my bed,
why do my sheets smell
of that lingering fragrance of you?

© 2021

dedicated to the talented parfum makers of the world

#love #pain #lust #separation #distance #space #reflection #sillage

Rama Krsna Aug 2021

cupid and the sage

is it me or did i not see
naughty cupid shamelessly flash
his flowery bow and love-dipped arrow
straight at me?

smitten,
i see her falling eyelash,
only witness
to that seductive gaze
which freezes amaranthine ‘time’
down to absolute zero.

seldom bound
by conventions or clocks,
i, the sage smile....
knowing her playful side
and the true nature of whimsical cupid.

© 2021

modern rendition of the story of shiva and kama-cupid

#cupid #love #list #reflection #shiva #shakti #maya #illusion

Rama Krsna Aug 2021

the downtown chronicle

‘tis almost a full moon
yet again,
the sands of time slip-slide away
leaving her to contend
with a plethora of gray.

as the sunset glow lingers
drifting across a blue sapphire sky,
loneliness yearns company.

this wine has softened
during these intervening years,
laced with a maturity
that now speaks the language of wisdom.

© 2021

dedicated to the ones who truly reflect

#time #loneliness #maturity #aging #learning #reflections #meditation #moon #memories