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5d · 318
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 9 · 400
Rama Krsna Oct 9
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 2 · 397
this pristine truth
Rama Krsna Oct 2
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 30 · 352
stone cold reality
Rama Krsna Sep 30
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’

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
one and one name alone!

© 2021
the idea for this poem comes from the song Layla by Eric Clapton.
Sep 25 · 296
beggars have dreams too
Rama Krsna Sep 25
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 22 · 287
maya (part 3)
Rama Krsna Sep 22
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.

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 18 · 514
tantric union
Rama Krsna Sep 18
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

© 2021
inspired by nature on a beautiful walk through central park  yesterday
Sep 16 · 426
the winds between us
Rama Krsna Sep 16
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.
Rama Krsna Sep 11
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”
Sep 7 · 570
just for you
Rama Krsna Sep 7
🎁         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
Rama Krsna Sep 4
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,
nowhere in sight.
there’s gotta be a portrait of this rose

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”.
Aug 31 · 635
Rama Krsna Aug 31
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
Aug 28 · 548
cupid and the sage
Rama Krsna Aug 28
is it me or did i not see
naughty cupid shamelessly flash
his flowery bow and love-dipped arrow
straight at me?

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
Aug 21 · 548
the downtown chronicle
Rama Krsna Aug 21
‘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
Aug 19 · 286
Rama Krsna Aug 19
what’s the point of history
if we keep flying
paper kites into a level five hurricane?

© 2021
Rama Krsna Aug 15
i’m flattered......
but i suspect
you will be the one doing the ‘killing’......
singing my life with your words
killing me softly with your poems
“after all there is no point in living
if you don’t feel alive”......

© 2021
dedicated to the queen of the metaphor, a talented writer waiting to crawl out of her shell.
Aug 14 · 560
five b’s of lust
Rama Krsna Aug 14
besotted by a gazelle’s gaze
beguiled by her effusive smile
bewildered he stands,
bereft of any shame
begging with a bowl for her lips and more....

© 2021
this one is for the daring ones that risk to lust
Aug 13 · 739
perspective (haiku)
Rama Krsna Aug 13
picking fall couture ~~
when did she start putting
herself in his shoes?

© 2021
dedicated to those who see other people’s pain.
Rama Krsna Aug 8
sharing this tiramisu ~~
the one more in love
gets a little less

© 2021

inspired by the japanese haiku poet keisanjin
dedicated to all those who are willing to share their desserts unconditionally
Rama Krsna Aug 7
strewn atop
her neatly made bed
decorated with satin sheets and silk pillows,
some dainty rose petals.....
a green bottle of bubbly by the bed side
the highlight of the night....
that slinky ‘coco de mer’ lingerie
her secret weapon.....
as she tucks away her pleasure toy
a smile of relief descends.....

her lover is back in town!

© 2021
dedicated to all those who are separated from their lovers
Jul 31 · 855
Rama Krsna Jul 31
you’ve turned me
a nomad
running helter-skelter
in all cardinal directions....
cos when it’s all said and done,
it’s your smile
that i keep looking for on every street

© 2021
Rama Krsna Jul 29
tis a perfect summer evening. a blood shot moon inches across the night sky in the city of sin. the sage and the enchantress sit at an outdoor cafe under a lantern lit tent exchanging life stories, as a vintage bottle of ‘82 margaux loses its virginity.  

she could’ve been off the cover of Vogue. clad in haute couture, her slit eyes sparkle like the diamond butterfly ring, she elegantly sports. her complexion near flawless. he on the other hand, a hippie, a yogi and ancient as Rome. living proof that the hour glass can indeed be brutal on a city dweller.

her doe eyes dart from the past to the future while his steady gaze stays in the present. quite like the burning candle on their table. the mercury dips into the night as saintly time simply goes rogue.

written in the stars
this unusual kinship ~~
beauty and the beast

© 2021
Jul 25 · 543
just a lil less sheen
Rama Krsna Jul 25
i’ll be waiting, the usual place
no rhyme, no reason
just a glimpse of that face,
seething anger takes a lil toll
a bit of dancing to soothe that soul

at this karaoke bar
loneliness longs company

conversations with an empty martini glass
brings bittersweet memories of good times past,
i wish you best in that search for green
here, things will be the same
just a lil less sheen

© 2021
dedicated to all those who.are lonely
Jul 24 · 521
thus the sage has spoken
Rama Krsna Jul 24
on this sensual night
of the clementine moon...
to write or not to write
her dilemma

this tender heart
carrying burgeoning weight
and heavy pangs from burdens past,
needs to be set a-free
into the flying world of poetry....

where that golden key resides,
deep within
that inverted pink lotus,
not gray matter
as often intellectualized

let go
that need to be in control
and take a deep dive
into the ocean of uncertainty,
only then will this white dove
to the heavens of ecstasy

thus the sage has spoken....

© 2021
dedicated To the melancholy ones
Jul 24 · 555
tall beauty(a metaphor)
Rama Krsna Jul 24
those kohl rimmed eyes
soak a tristesse beyond words,
bitter sweet memories
which now lie buried
in the sands of time....
underneath that ram-tough exterior
lies a delicate lily
clad in chanel
vulnerable enough to wither
under the auspices of a full moon

© 2021
inspired by a beautiful pink moon today
Jul 19 · 789
Rama Krsna Jul 19
this oriental rose
textured with occidental precision
desperately seeks perfection
in all things worldly

nature’s true signature
wreaks havoc instead:
in the rocks of the grand canyon
in a mole on a cheek
in the dried but fallen leaves of autumn
even in the scribbling of our children

embrace wabi-sabi
where wafting moments of melancholy
transform to sheer joy
in the subtle realization
that coexistence with incompleteness
the proven path to release one
from the chaining bonds of perfection

© 2021
dedicated to all the perfectionists out there
Rama Krsna Jul 17
the inexplicable lightness
of pure being
comes from subtly discerning
that the moony mind
is your nemesis....

silencing it
the stairway to heaven

© 2021
Jul 16 · 763
ides of july
Rama Krsna Jul 16
did you feel that lil tug inside you?

that’s no murmur
my darling radha
just a melancholic tune
floating from my magical flute
sent your way
packed with all my love

© 2021
Jul 11 · 669
yellow rose
Rama Krsna Jul 11
seductive yellow rose
beside the green lake
in this city of sin,
are you tempted
by things forbidden?

steel cut
you indulge in nothing
this dark chocolate croissant
which seemingly melts in your mouth

© 2021
Jul 10 · 714
all things cosmic
Rama Krsna Jul 10
riding his cosmic bull
the cosmic dancer
rattles his cosmic drum.....

only a serpent around his neck
as his cosmic garland,
he silently ponders.....

is it time yet for cosmic dissolution?

cosmic dust from that annihilation
to be worn as a cosmic emblem on his forehead,
sending a stark reminder
that the cosmos and all the games played within,
are his and his alone

© 2021
Jul 5 · 517
intimacy (haiku)
Rama Krsna Jul 5
deep inside her
this myriad of colors ~~
is it a full moon?

© 2021
Rama Krsna Jul 3
claiming to possess a “non existent” flick which “supposedly” documents “an affair that never was”,  you lit that strike anywhere match.

soon, all of rome was burning🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

darling grace, did you stop for a moment to wonder how a meandering earthly river could physically touch the infallible sky?  

things swing from unconditional love to bitter hate.  anger, angst and heartache replace joy, banter and sizzling moments of wanton love making.

at a distance, i see the setting orange sun behind the arches of the golden gate.

the space between us
no bridge can ever connect ~~
as memories fade

© 2021
a haibun is a prose poem of a story which ends in a haiku.
Jun 26 · 502
ephemeral (tanka)
Rama Krsna Jun 26
death in the mirror
as time stealthily gallops......
my life flashes by
like orange tip butterflies
tap dancing from rose to rose

© 2021
a tanka is a Japanese style poem which is written with a syllable structure of  5/7/5/7/7
Jun 19 · 855
a to z
Rama Krsna Jun 19
ultraviolet to infrared
and all that’s in between,
only you.....
my crescent bearing jewel
who’s pure
as white jasmine

© 2021
dedicated to all who have dared to love
Jun 12 · 708
twilight dance
Rama Krsna Jun 12
her tintinnabulating anklets
sullen ‘time’
now thirsty for blood
sticks her elongated tongue
at ‘consciousness’
threatening to annihilate him
and his tired creation

ever present ‘consciousness’
in his state of yogic trance
smiles to counter:
for me - ‘time’ always is still
at best, relative
so, if and when,
i wake up to perform
my ultimate twilight dance,

will you even exist?

© 2021
An envisioned conversation between time and consciousness
Jun 6 · 618
poems and peonies
Rama Krsna Jun 6
petal after petal
of pink peonies
she coyly ponders.....

he loves me
he loves me not

as this
melancholic yellow rose
domiciled in the forbidden city
seeks bodacious love
poems and peonies

© 2021
Dedicated to the beautiful flowers and women that we see  everywhere
Jun 5 · 406
two invisible friends
Rama Krsna Jun 5
an accepting smile
i embrace
those two invisible friends
knowledge and death

the bliss gained from true knowledge
seldom taught at any college,
that vantage point
from where
the lingering fear of death,
is vanquished

both of you
hand in hand
stealthily become my left and right half
as i merge
with the macrocosm

© 2021
inspired by the one and only Adi Shankara
May 31 · 352
into this fire
Rama Krsna May 31
into this fire
of pure awareness
i offer
the body
intellect and ego ....

in the charred embers
of this funeral pyre
a pristine white lotus
with one thousand petals
each petal
a proxy for a billion residual desires
burnt forever

time and space 
simply fade away

© 2021
May 30 · 525
Rama Krsna May 30
under a torrential shower
of iridescent peacock feathers,
i spy
the cosmic flautist,
whose conch shaped eyes
ooze boundless compassion,
his dusky complexion
mirrors the night sky,
as the twinkling stars
in the firmament
stealthily become his garland

what will he do next?

steal the heart of the next damsel
who comes his way?

start another world war to fight for justice?

or open his mouth to show us the whole universe within?

© 2021
Inspired by a beautiful painting by the talented Nalini Chandilya
May 27 · 352
maya.....part two
Rama Krsna May 27
at the junction
of your vermillion adorned forehead
where the rivers of 
ida, pingala and sushumna meet,
lies the point of singularity
from where
our cosmos exploded
into this unwieldy clutter

with it
an unseen fifth dimension....
a spider like web of illusion
deluding all humanity
into incessant action
only karmas multiply

oh maya!
i implore you
to end
this vicious cycle

that white lotus with a thousand petals
sitting in your cerebrum,
where the love of your life
sporting that chiseled crescent
in contemplative silence

© 2021
Inspired by another amazing rendition of the goddess by the talented artist Nalini Chandilya

ida, pingala and sushumna are three vital currents that energize the cosmos
May 22 · 378
half man.....half woman
Rama Krsna May 22
i bow
in silenced awe
to a moonlit silhouette
of a half man,
half woman

a celestial being
for whom
an offering of
a garland of pink lotuses or dried skulls
merely the same,
each half
in dizzied love
with the other

as i ponder why?
he - the cosmic father
also became
she - the enchanting mother

© 2021
Inspired by a cosmic event in Arunachala which resulted in a beautiful painting done by the extremely talented artist Nalini Chandilya
May 15 · 814
guan yin
Rama Krsna May 15
lurking behind
that nervous but sensual laugh
hides an exotic goddess
pretending to be
a die-hard feminist

was it the regimen of a demanding mother?
was is it the separation from your misunderstood motherland?
is it the distance from your chosen lover?
or simply sadness from an unrequited love?

toss away the jin guo
and let the river flow.....
for this world to see
the true guan yin
rising within you

© 2021
guan yin : goddess of  love and compassion
jin guo:a hair pin worn  by. women
May 10 · 335
cosmic love letter
Rama Krsna May 10
my darling paro,

this throat
stained deep blue
from your magic touch
now dazzles like sapphire

snake venom
hastily consumed
from the churning of
the universe’s darkest desires

unwanted remnants from the big bang....

in containing
that poison at the neck,
you sustain
the all important dance of love
continually going on
within my heart....
you alone live


© 2021
A letter from Shiva to Parvati thanking her for all she does
Apr 24 · 534
Rama Krsna Apr 24
after searching
here, there, everywhere,
i behold
right under my nose,
the crescent bearing jewel
whose fragrance is pure jasmine,
in that peaceful void
between my
in and outgoing breath

© 2021
Apr 17 · 560
true mantra
Rama Krsna Apr 17
true mantra needs
a seer
a meter
and a presiding deity

that fickle mind
with a haunting rhythm
of neatly arranged syllables

a giant
strike anywhere match
which triggers
that fuse of devotion
in the lotus-like heart
of the true devotee

© 2021
dedicated to the great rishis and their amazing mantras
Apr 4 · 639
na ma si va ya
Rama Krsna Apr 4
these five syllables
lies the universe...
angels and demons
me, included too

so do
the five elements,
the past, present and future,
and the states of waking, dream and deep sleep too...

this is where
the atom gets to pirouette
thanks to his cosmic breath
which reverberates
the mantra OM

in that sentient golden hall
with a thousand pillars
the enchanting damsel of illusion
who once shared half his body
stands in total surrender🙏

bound by duality,
she’s awestruck
at the sight of his pantomimic dance
spanning eleven dimensions
which even crushes saintly time

© 2021
In this poem the universe is seen as an evolution of the primordial cosmic dance of shiva witnessed by the great goddess kali

This poem is dedicated to the great Sivavakkiyar.
Apr 2 · 395
Rama Krsna Apr 2
standing in tree pose
palms folded above head,
not even the raging flames
which envelope you
dare threaten thy resolve,
as those fish-shaped eyes
meditate on
the space between the brows
where your true love resides

resident of kanchi,
need for strict austerities
are now over.....

it’s time to open
those compassionate eyes
and cast a glance
at the verklempt heart
of your ultimate devotee,


Kamakshi: empress of the universe whose eyes are filled with love
Mar 28 · 631
Rama Krsna Mar 28
white lotus
now stung thrice
by a self centered bee,
could you ever forgive me?

don’t say a prayer
for me now,
as three roller coaster trips
down unknown uteruses

more skulls
for that crescent bearer
adorning a blue throat
to wear as a garland
as he waltzes
his way through
the raging funeral pyres
of the cremation grounds
in soul filled Varanasi

© 2021
May 2020 · 635
Rama Krsna May 2020
inside that inner cave
shines an effulgent flame,
complexioned like camphor
bearing a crescent moon
he’s pure as white jasmine
sole terminator
of the veil of illusion
cast by the lilting tunes of
that captivating flutist

© 2020
May 2020 · 534
in the ocean of milk
Rama Krsna May 2020
starting now,
our parallel paths
meet next
not on wretched earth

at the end of time
in the ocean of milk
silly schedules or errands
need no heeding

this will be
another four billion years!

shedding tears of blood
i weave a garland of skulls
each skull
sadly yours...

as your sculpted body
bound by endless karma
makes its way
to the funeral pyres
before starting
another soulless existence

in the soul filled
where all lives end,
is where mine begins.....

as i wait there
with a bowl in hand,
wearing only the sky
as my garment,
adorned with
a garland of skulls,
begging for nothing
except your soul

© 2020
Smashaans:  large cremation grounds where numerous bodies are burnt after death
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