I can’t thank A.P.D. enough for his gracious presence in my life. He has been gently nudging me towards Krsna,
Waltzing high above in the dark, ominous clouds Drifting far away from the maddening crowds Dreaming of the myriad colours
I was lost… No direction, no more faith.
No gifts I bring but best wishes and love For my dear friend with a soul so pure. May you
This poem is based on an incident from the epic Mahabharata where Arjuna is given a choice to choose Krishna
Clouds in the sky Engulfing everything in darkness
Some day Things will start falling in place. Some day There will be happiness all around and no more pain.
Sorrows and miseries and endless scars Is this the fault in my stars?
Smudge the grudge For who are we to judge?
I was sad, I was low Without any idea where life would go.