Today we played holi,

Krishna.

We threw at each other

Water balloons and colours,

Hues of all shades.

My shirt and pants are

All wet and greasy now.

I'm tired.

Do you remember, Krishna?

The tireless day of your birthday?

Mortals who worship you

Call it by a divine name.

'Krishna Janmashtami'.

In the radiance of the

Jasmine like fair moon,

Round, so beautiful,

I, with my friends,

Gathered around the Kadamba,

Krishna.

In that cosmic moment,

We knew

No shame,

No fears,

No concern.

Just you, and you complete.

You bedecked me in all shades,

Krishna.

I bathed in your colours

In the middle of the night.

They call it the Maharaas.

I call it union.

Yours

And mine.

For even though I lost you,

I never really lost you.

I still have that dupatta,

Krishna.

The one you dipped in blues

And azure that night

And teased me.

It looks like a peacock now,

Ready to dance.

You will never tire me of your intellect, Krishna.

I wish

I could be

Half as clever as you are.