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Jan 21 · 1.1k
jewel of ayodhya
Rama Krsna Jan 21
rising
from an ocean of obsidian blue
i spy consciousness,
blazing brighter than a billion suns,
fine tuning all it touches.

the blue god is neither awake
nor in slumber
but in a meditative trance.
in his effervescent presence
time turns to ice,
as an orange-lotus blooms
deep within me.

© 2024
Nov 2023 · 1.5k
melody and melancholy
Rama Krsna Nov 2023
sitting here,
accompanied by a cold, dreary november drizzle,
i sip that cup of ambition
yearning for a little melody.

we could’ve been a little something!

as i soak in a tub of melancholy,
i ponder over this incomplete jigsaw puzzle with a gaping hole in the middle.

when will you see that you’re the center piece?
and may be the solution to the riddle.


© 2023
dedicated to the lonely ones looking for meaning
Rama Krsna Oct 2023
truth be told,
the ticking hourglass will never be our friend.
cos it keeps pushing my milky way
farther away from yours.

somewhere along the way,
you found dharma.
leaving me to waltz on that dance floor alone,
like i did to you, millenniums ago!

back then, i became
poet, philosopher, king and the lord of the universe.
while you stayed behind,
a shy country lass with lotus eyes
pining for my love.

in the quarrels of love and life,
you hid my golden flute
and threw away my loaded dice,
which helped me win
the mundane games of *** for tat.
leaving me now with an inexhaustible quiver of karmas eager to fructify.

as i stand here in a tree pose
regulating my incoming breath,
i the yogi
eagerly await for our galaxies to turn,
perhaps, even collide and kiss some day.

© 2023
this poem was written from the first word to the last without a pause in thought
Sep 2023 · 1.3k
sacred space
Rama Krsna Sep 2023
only
in that sacred space
between
your perky pink-tipped globes
will my breath be tranquil,
free from the turbulent windmills of the mind.

let anyone come or go
let wild elephants rain,
but promise, to never abandon me.

as i shoulder heavy karmic burdens from this time at bat,
you’ve been my partner in crime.

lock me in a tight embrace,
cos when the waves retreat
and my treatise on love is complete,
there will be no page in which you’re not.


© 2023
one of my favorites
Aug 2023 · 1.7k
manhattanhenge
Rama Krsna Aug 2023
with cupped hands
i chase this beautiful orange sunset
to the ends of the earth,
as the universe grudgingly makes other plans.
here, manhattanhenge calls!

fallen red maple leaves neuters a virus,
but only after many stolen dreams and lives,
now time’s scars fill the contours

an iridologist’s tools don’t lie
her love for me, never shy
but as i lie on the bed of the cosmic serpent, i smile,
knowing time’s true turn
and with it,  life, love, death and dreams

© 2023
May 2023 · 2.0k
lexicon of love
Rama Krsna May 2023
a novice,  
i may be....

learning the lexicon of love
from a practicing grandmaster
whose expressive kohl-rimmed eyes
dart from side to side,
speaking a million languages of the heart.

transfixed
nay, transformed
an intimidated admirer of hers,
i’ve become,
from such a great distance.


© 2023
love embedded in silence is beautiful
Apr 2023 · 1.8k
yoga nidra
Rama Krsna Apr 2023
how can i ever forget
those penetrating moist eyes
before we bid our final goodbyes.

ringing in my ears now,
are mellifluous incantations
flowing from the synchronized lips
of brahmin priests at this open air temple.

here,
i, as budhanilakanta
adorned with marigold flowers,
recline on a celestial snake,
pondering the blue print
for the next cycle of creation.

one hundred eight lamps
are waved in arcs
as salutations for me,
witnessed by humble devotees.
a spectacle to match
the fireworks of the Milky Way.

but it’s your chosen silence for now,
which resembles the night sky.

as i search for a melody
deep within me,
your face is the pure dawn i seek.
your haunting voice,
the raga, i yearn to hear.

can’t we immerse in the simple joys of human life?
can’t we just add a few more chapters to our cosmic love story?

© 2023
budhanilakantha: Vishnu on the cosmic serpent
yoga nidra: state of awareness within a dream
Apr 2023 · 1.3k
i wonder why?
Rama Krsna Apr 2023
nothing can exist
in which you are not,
my blue lord!

deep within those expressive blue eyes,
is a floating peacock feather.
even in koln’s cold full moon now,
i see a tinge of blue.

in all her panoramic photos
which showcase a cerulean blue,
i only see you...
everything animate or inanimate
is you

you’re the Buddha
teaching
the science of the formless!

where there’s dharma, there’s Krsna
where there’s artha, there’s Krsna
where there’s kama, there’s Krsna
where there’s moksha, there’s Krsna

here, there and everywhere,
all i see is Krsna.
yet she says she doesn’t see you,
i wonder why?

© 2023
dharma: right action
artha: material prosperity
kama: spiritual and physical love
moksha: liberation and enlightenment
Feb 2023 · 1.2k
why darling?
Rama Krsna Feb 2023
that streak of light
in the distant dark horizon
can only be you.

in the waters of the ocean
i’m just a wave,
while you pervade as its wetness.
if flowers were black and white
those would be your eyes.

the paper you tossed in the cold air
was me,
but time turned paper to poems.

one day you love me so deeply,
and the next
you hate me so bitterly....
why darling?

is it from the burden of entrusting  my marigold heart to you?
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inspired by a beautiful song by A R Rahman and lyrics by Thamarai
Jul 2022 · 2.2k
last time at bat
Rama Krsna Jul 2022
by this man-made lake
a steady drizzle hums,
the sun, yesterday’s news
as nature’s palette turns green and gray.

staring into the gun metal sky
she nuzzles her hennaed hair
into his gandhian lap,
mesmerized by the pitter patter
she dubs, as tears from heaven.

a bow-shaped stone bridge on the near horizon,
red-eared sliders floating on the water,
the pencil thin architectural skyline,
even the floating melancholy mute swan
beckons monet to rise like the phoenix
and have a second go at whimsical life

but not me,
with a cornucopia of life-scars to show,
and a ticking clock that’s monotonously relentless,
this trip to the crease better be
the last time at bat


© 2022
Jun 2022 · 3.0k
forgive me
Rama Krsna Jun 2022
forgive me
for committing the sin of looking for you
here, there, and everywhere.
forgetting the cardinal truth
that you’re the omnipresent one!

to think i could think of you,
the one who’s beyond all thoughts
my trespass too.

forgive me.....

© 2022
May 2022 · 2.2k
something
Rama Krsna May 2022
🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕
something to be said
for being one of a kind,
after all
two moons in the night sky
seem far less appealing
🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕

© 2022
May 2022 · 1.2k
bearer of the mountain
Rama Krsna May 2022
i bow
to the dark one,
hued like the rain bearing cloud,
who adorns this universe as his anklet.

that deep hum,
in the cosmic backdrop
his outgoing breath

dulcet tunes
from his golden flute,
the gravitational field
binding our Milky Way.

salutations to the unborn one,
who’s also the eternally playful one.
karma keeper of the cosmos,
bearer of the mountain of human pain!

© 2022
Inspired by a beautiful painting
May 2022 · 1.2k
the silent sage
Rama Krsna May 2022
with zen calm
he awaits,
the next chess move of whimsical time

li’l does ‘time’ know,
he’s way beyond it.
legacy etched in stone,
this warrior of awareness
marches to his impending destination
steeped in silence.

as his life flashes
in that rear view mirror,
his beatific smile says it all.

i’ve attained nirvana!

© 2022
for teachers who have paved the path to liberation with silence
Apr 2022 · 1.1k
his snare of illusion
Rama Krsna Apr 2022
why does this world with all its contents
seemingly disappear like sugar in milk,
each time i stand
in front of your sanctum of bliss?

seek Govind,
the one, the only
with all you’ve got.....
or else,
in his snare of illusion
you’re forever caught

© 2022
inspired by a triad of melodies from ancient yore
Apr 2022 · 1.8k
shiva’s tandava
Rama Krsna Apr 2022
all faces, bodies and limbs
in this variegated universe
belong only to you.
all feelings, thoughts and sensations,
simply yours too.
all of existence is just your dream!
even the bliss glimpsed in my deep sleep,
a chip of your inner peace

when you wake up from that long trance
to perform the cosmic dance,
we will all merge with you,
like moths to a flame


© 2022
the cosmic person is eulogized here as the sum totality of everything in this universe with no beginning or end
Rama Krsna Apr 2022
singularity is
when you hold me tight
on a sapphire night,
magic made
twisted under satin sheets
beneath the nonchalant moon
 
your intent gaze,
cuts through mist of illusion,
gently whispering “detachment”
from a banausic existence
 
love and pain
swell deep inside my fragile body,
as i sink
into the infinity of spacetime,
where the gravity of your love alone
bends my aching heart

© 2022
Apr 2022 · 987
from your matted locks
Rama Krsna Apr 2022
despite
the macabre march of corpses
straight into the raging funeral pyres,
it’s the icy waters of the Ganges
from your matted locks
which shiver my timbers

amidst
mellifluous incantations,
one thousand and eight lamps
floating on this mystical river
sparkle in an anemone glow

here,
a great sage
was taught a befitting lesson
in humility and spirituality

as i melt
hearing this soulful octet
in praise of this ancient city,
its most important inhabitant smiles......
truth be told
i’m in a Varanasi state of mind


© 2022
inspired by the transience of life and the aarati offered to the holiest river in the world- Ganges
Mar 2022 · 8.8k
a gentle detour
Rama Krsna Mar 2022
even
the beads of your sweat
warp
from the intense gravity
of those dense but sensuous orbs,
making a gentle detour
like a river,
before flowing into the whorl
of your beautifully chiseled navel

© 2022
was asked to write a poem where I was given three words that I should use. The worlds were sweat, gravity and navel.
Mar 2022 · 1.3k
merging with infinity
Rama Krsna Mar 2022
🌙 🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙
at the confluence
where the rivers
of the past and future merge,
there
in that tranquil present,
time and i cease to exist.

dissolved like sugar in water,
to be one with
that crescent bearing jewel
who’s ever pure like white jasmine
🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙

© 2022
Mar 2022 · 1.4k
his aphrodisiac
Rama Krsna Mar 2022
her alluring smile
may just be his aphrodisiac,
in that near constant state of arousal
the lyrical words
“who needs a lover that can’t be a friend”
keeps ringing like a temple bell instead

rendezvous may be planned on WhatsApp
but unions are only made in heaven

© 2022
Feb 2022 · 2.2k
like a mirage
Rama Krsna Feb 2022
from the vantage point
of the triangle of desire,
all i see are the delicate hands of Rodin,
which now have become your chiseled face.

as the world sleeps at night
i wet my pillow with tears.
tears from the joy
of knowing the intense ways
in which i love you,
deep within my subterranean mind.

love
knows no possession ....
yet i covet you,
all of you,
even the concept of you.

why did you come into my life
like a whirlwind
only to then vanish like a mirage?


© 2022
Feb 2022 · 2.1k
an invitation
Rama Krsna Feb 2022
let’s elope
you and i
to the snow capped alps
where amidst a soft white blanket
we make love
in all one hundred and eight poses
making the tantric texts of yore proud

© 2022
Rama Krsna Jan 2022
truth be told
i’m leaving my heart right here
below the glass chandelier on 63rd St.
for you to play with,
any time you walk past.

the morbid dance of incoming storms
will douse the flames of my dreams,
yet, you will always be my incomplete thirst.

after i’m gone,
come, without remorse
and immerse in my colors
under this delicate murano glass.
to see for yourself
how the heavy fragrance
of black orchids could’ve played,
cheek to cheek
with the wild scent of green vetiver

© 2022
a poem about the passage of time, evergreen memories and amazing people you meet through this journey of life.
Jan 2022 · 3.7k
kali (part two)
Rama Krsna Jan 2022
everywhere i look
your blood laced fingerprints.
everywhere i hear
those tintinnabulating anklets.
everywhere i smell,
the overpowering musky marigolds.

but where are you my black goddess?

when no one in the universe
can match your ravishing beauty,
have you chosen
this time
to hide inside pure dark matter?

© 2022
for the great goddess who is beyond time and space
Jan 2022 · 3.2k
untouched
Rama Krsna Jan 2022
between
the monstrosities
of glass, concrete and steel,
i spy
an infinite expanse of Mediterranean blue sky,
transporting me to a spiritual high.

way up there,
a self absorbed lonely eagle
soars in ecstasy,
untouched
by the noise and suffering
going on down here.


© 2022
Jan 2022 · 1.6k
just waiting
Rama Krsna Jan 2022
many a night
i lie awake
with remembrances of your silky touch
and a zillion rousing thoughts
racing through my occidental mind.
each time,
longing for that soft embrace
laced with the hope of it all.

tossing,
turning,
just waiting....
for the elusive sleep to descend


© 2022
Jan 2022 · 2.3k
in the big apple
Rama Krsna Jan 2022
under the slanting rays
of the December sun,
silhouettes of this sin city
eke loneliness,
eating the timid
and spitting out carcasses.

its skies, ash gray
the refrigerated air moody
reminding wayfarers
that here is no place
to come seeking solace.

as apathy rains
sirens howl
and crime soars
the need to look over the shoulder
more pronounced than ever before.

the bottom line is
everyone’s looking to make money,
fast, furious and frenzied
in this,
my hometown- New York.
Dec 2021 · 1.8k
a flame of words
Rama Krsna Dec 2021
🔥
🔥🔥🔥
🔥🔥🔥 poems🔥🔥🔥
🔥are  🔥often 🔥birthed🔥
🔥 in🔥fiery🔥 moments  🔥🔥
🔥🔥where 🔥life🔥 is🔥 lived🔥
🔥 right  🔥at the razor’s edge🔥🔥
🔥while🔥firmly 🔥🔥immersed🔥
🔥in🔥the🔥flames🔥🔥🔥🔥of🔥
🔥🔥🔥🔥 pure awareness🔥🔥🔥
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

  © 2021
dedicated to all my fellow poets on HP
Dec 2021 · 1.9k
sermon for the one percent
Rama Krsna Dec 2021
forgive him for he knows not
why?
he keeps dipping his pen in company ink.

his fallacy is confusing luck with skill,
wealth for good taste and the inherent belief
that money buys everything!

her love which you spurned
your indifference at every turn,
that nonchalance
that lack of concern,
is now, the reputation you’ve earned

hey silver tongued Romeo!
this ain’t no game of poker,
get your feet right back on the ground,
and get to the place
where you once belonged.


© 2021
Dec 2021 · 1.2k
when i burn
Rama Krsna Dec 2021
for you to be
the blooming pink lotus,
i’ll be the marshy terrain unseen.

for you to be
the shimmering sagittarian star,
i’ll be the december night sky.

for you to be
the orange tip butterfly,
i’ll be the feather for your landing.

but when i burn
in that funeral pyre of time,
will you even bother to shed a tear?

© 2021
Dec 2021 · 1.3k
etched in the metaverse
Rama Krsna Dec 2021
you and i
may soon be gone,
but these three magical words
“i love you”
etched in the metaverse
will stay on.....
immortalized forever!

© 2021
Dec 2021 · 900
not tonight
Rama Krsna Dec 2021
moments we shared
like the pair of white-winged doves
that soar above,
suddenly disappear
into the grey sky with a flutter,
without even a goodbye.

memories
of the glistening autumnal moon
of the less traveled winter path
of the long and unbroken intimacy
are all there is now.
i possess nothing except the past
where you loved me so tenderly

don’t tell me how you will caress her silky hair,
how you will whisper in her ears, of how much you love her.

the truth is always meant to hurt,
as your crystal ball
tells the tale
of how it will all end.

but not tonight,
in my own nocturnal dreams,
i rejoice,
where you embrace me in a body lock,
where my lips
press against yours.


© 2021
Dec 2021 · 1.5k
in boundless ecstasy
Rama Krsna Dec 2021
emptiness,
that pure lightness of nothing
needn’t be traumatic,
where voids seen and unseen
force regrettable choices and actions.
unlike a visit to the dentist
not all gaps need filling.

‘twas the dive
into the deep void,
after all,
that made the buddha smile
in boundless ecstasy.


© 2021
Dec 2021 · 1.5k
they only bear his name
Rama Krsna Dec 2021
once,
just once,
give me that starry eyed look,
you gave him.

is that too much to ask?

you’ve got the gaze
which could raze
the pyramids of Giza.

though you hold
your silky hand in mine
and run my pencil thin fingers
down your gartered legs,
your lips and that cartouche
still bear his name.

they only bear his name....

his shadow etched
even deeper
within the impenetrable walls
of your tumultuous heart.

but, that’s aye ok!

not all things in life
are meant to be,
every love
is a product of destiny,
which includes you and me.

© 2021
dedicated to lovers separated by distances and complicated relationships
Nov 2021 · 1.2k
the sage and the dove
Rama Krsna Nov 2021
yesterday
nowhere to be seen,
tomorrow
just the occidental’s dream,
all there is, is the now,
my not so shy, oriental dove.

for the sage,
his day is your night.
your perceived reality, his dream,
this universe merely an illusion.

appearing to be real
existing
outside of the mirror,
as though a reflection.

living this indeed
will be your second coming!


© 2021
imaginary conversation between a sage and a damsel
Nov 2021 · 3.2k
sibilance
Rama Krsna Nov 2021
as the shimmering stars
in the scorpio skies
samba in syzygy,
here on scorched earth
the sparkling eyes of this silk rose
become stress’s antidote to soothe body and soul.

feeling sanguine,
even a tad sangfroid,
i smile,
scribbling sultry muses
sauced with sass and sibilance


© 2021
I was given a challenge to compose a poem which captured the essence of the word sibilance
Nov 2021 · 1.7k
as you fly away
Rama Krsna Nov 2021
delicate yellow jasmine
why are those succulent lips sealed?
or is it just that
blossoming flowers seldom speak?

as the shy half moon
steals a glimpse of our union,
your sparkler eyes gloss just a bit

don’t you know that
you and only you
get to rest your head
on my aging shoulders?

as you fly away
to that adopted land,
remember that
i live for now
by dying for you


© 2021
dedicated to all the lovers in our public parks
Rama Krsna Nov 2021
for this trip
you’ve chosen to take
far away from me,
let the world be your oyster.

pick any place to hide
and wipe clean
all of my finger prints.
with it, the hate too
from the pain of knowing
the various ways,
you love me.

when the dust settles,
most trails you’ll take
with or without
that autumnal moon,
will surely bring you back to my heart.
Oct 2021 · 1.3k
his golden flute
Rama Krsna Oct 2021
amidst
azure autumnal skies,
a mellifluous tune
floats in ether
emanating from his golden flute.

even the falling leaves 🍂
on hearing such melancholic melody
pirouette like whirling dervishes
before kissing terra firma

the invisible flautist
is everywhere and nowhere,
so close,
yet so far.

he’s a lover, teaser, warrior and philosopher.
someone for whom
even mercurial time and fuzzy clouds sway in ecstasy,
to his unnerving rhapsody


© 2021
the blue skies and krishna’s love for me are my inspiration for this poem
Oct 2021 · 1.2k
dusting away cobwebs (haiku)
Rama Krsna Oct 2021
wizard and le wand ~~
pruning that black forest
her moist velvet purse


© 2021
dedicated to all the lonely women in the world
Oct 2021 · 1.3k
flames of armageddon
Rama Krsna Oct 2021
will some one vaccinate me
from this virus of love?

paris is burning
from all my yearning,
yet, you will be my first desire
and my last regret.

let the flames of Armageddon consume me now,
cuz it beats a leisurely death by a thousand cuts.

this ain’t shopping for candy
or a game of Peter losing Wendy
‘tis as real
as illusions get.

these million shards of glass
from the heart  you dropped
will not be picked up,
no, no, no.... they will not

to lie here,  forever
like a tomb for future lovers to see
below the arches in this soulful park,
where you so casually stopped
locking those delicate hands of yours into mine.

© 2021
the lyrics of Taylor Swift was somewhere in the back of my mind as I was writing this poem
Oct 2021 · 1.2k
perspective
Rama Krsna Oct 2021
the world calls you a beauty
and me the beast.
you call me a pagan,
while i smirk knowing you’re the crusader.
society says you’re the intellectual and i a mere lowbrow,
what is night for you, feels like my day!
and what you deem so ugly,
my darling
i find intricately beautiful!

this is the sum total of our lives.


© 2021
It’s always amazing to me how the lens we wear colors our world
Oct 2021 · 1.7k
kali
Rama Krsna Oct 2021
this long red tunic
hides her battle scars well.
centuries of fighting incarnations of cunning lucifer

her eyes sea blue,
her lips blood red,
the crescent moon on her forehead
witness to her numerous accolades.

in the continuing saga of good vs evil,
her next battle begins.....
this warrior goddess of exquisite beauty
pauses to smile,
just for you and me.

with this gifted diamond earring
now worn
as her cosmic amulet,
her ultimate victory is near certain!


© 2021
a hymn to the ultimate feminine energy in the universe
Oct 2021 · 2.5k
this pristine truth
Rama Krsna Oct 2021
as memories of cerulean waters fade,
in autumn’s shade,
new visions unfold.

in this city of inconstancy
the air is crisper,
leaves browner
and love within a stone’s throw.

sipping golden drops of burgundy
simply smile,
cuz our bodies are now one
and our lips have locked,
as i worship you
with one hundred and eight pink lotuses.

one lotus for each secret wish of mine!

the morning moon
gives me
the devil’s wink, 😉
knowing this pristine truth.


© 2021
nothing like fall where the mood of this city changes in a nano second
Sep 2021 · 1.1k
stone cold reality
Rama Krsna Sep 2021
red light flashing on CNBC
hawkish fed and supply chain disruptions
an acid tongue analyst argues via zoom
black gold due to reach the sky
rotation warranted and ISM doomed

transitory or not
the fiery fall colors
are waiting to burst out,
outside, the windows of 30 W 63rd St.

this is where
her heart resides,
reverberating a song
titled  ‘stone cold reality’

here,
unconditional love
speaks only the truth,
while the rest
wax eloquent euphemisms.
 
diligently probing charts of 10-year bonds,
i see her chiseled face with glasses and all,
in the web of shadows
whispering
one and one name alone!


© 2021
the idea for this poem comes from the song Layla by Eric Clapton.
Sep 2021 · 1.3k
beggars have dreams too
Rama Krsna Sep 2021
close your kohl-rimmed eyes
hold me tightly,
let’s dance, cheek to cheek.

c’mon, beggars have dreams too!

leaning to kiss your imaginary lips,
i taste
laced in your occidental tongue,
chocolate truffles and grapes of Montrachet,
which bring an angelic smile to a moonlit face.

scribbling a needed epilogue
for a sultry tune
within the confines of my jello heart,
i curate a dream,
a simple dream for no one to know or see,
but you and me.


© 2021
inspired by the fabulous and sultry rendition of the French song c’est un beau roman, c’est un belle histoire by In-grid.
Sep 2021 · 983
maya (part 3)
Rama Krsna Sep 2021
i’m now a dispatched letter
bearing no postmark to speak of
floating in the winds of ether,
under an autumnal harvest moon
no destination or sender’s address either.

where?
when?
and how?
i get to land, only you
and the sand glasses of time will know.


© 2021
inspired by a beautiful walk on a full moon night
Sep 2021 · 2.2k
tantric union
Rama Krsna Sep 2021
looking down
to spot my shadow,
i glimpse
your slender silhouette instead.

my orange tip butterfly!
this ain’t a sleight of light,
as dreams merge
our souls unite,
leaving our tanned bodies tangled
in a titillating state of tantric union


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inspired by nature on a beautiful walk through central park  yesterday
Sep 2021 · 936
the winds between us
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.
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