"Darashan do Ghanashyam naath mori, ankhiyan pyasi re …”

I am only an instrument in your hand Oh Krishna…nothing is mine……putting flowers upon His lotus feet……grant me that I may have pure love alone…..There is Joy unspeakable in the company of my beloved..words of the mouth cannot describe it…He alone knows ….. Oh my Blue Prince…let me repeat night and day the sweet name of my beloved… “Darashan do Ghanashyam naath mori, ankhiyan pyasi re …””…..and stop not until this body ceaseth breath…… Oh Krishna Krishna …Jai Shri Krishna …. — 

My Beloved Hari

A flesh of proud love illumined H’s face, it is so serene,affectionate…out of breath and wheezing,Her face an alarming redish yellow….wow a yogic breath that filled Her with energy ,the breath made Her mind one-pointed---- Her beloved Krishna ‘ Her Blue Prince’….feel His breath,warm and perfumed with a scent…Krishna Krishna Jai Shri Krishna —

Shri Krishna

i have the Fruit that makes life fruitful,-the fruit of Liberation borne by the Divine Tree..!! which is planted in my heart ...i sit down at the foot of this Celestial Tree called the Lord of Love..Lord of the Universe---whatever fruits i gather i get from that tree...Talking of fruits let me assure you once for all...I am not one to accept fruits that the world can give.....Jai Shri Krishna —

My Beloved Hari

He looks for us with a yearning heart as we come….the universe quakes under the weight of H's feet…mad are h's looks, as well as of H's Consort…how far is that blessed woodland,the land where is to be seen my own beloved one…?here comes the fragrance of my beloved!!!...i am unable to take any step forward…Oh my Krishna…what comfort can there be in life,if the bee of my soul is not lost in the lotus of your feet for evermore…..My beloved Hari….

Govinda Gopala

What do I say to you….

Oh .i shall make you a flower,wear you among my hairs!....i shall hide you.hide you..Oh my beloved,under the braided hair ..worn under  the hair,no one shall find you…& I shall make you my necklace and wear you round my neck and on my bosom and next to my heart…..to me ,Oh My Beloved,your art verily what wings are to the bird,--what water is to the fish…..Oh Krishna Krishna Krishna …….Jai Shri Krishna