The light goes off

It is a long

Long path.

I run

Shouting

Panting

Crying

Your name.

Yet, I am alone.

There is not

One trace of life

Or light.

Not one ray

Of the lush green grass

Or Yamuna

Flowing through my Vrindavan.

Our Vrindavan.

I'm followed

Chased

Tortured

Tormented

By my own demons

Growing subtly in my heart.

And then my eyes open

My body perspires.

And I wake up

To my same old room

And the first thing I see

Is a wall clock

With your picture.

Every

Single

Day.

Oh, Krishna.

Find a better way to make me

Stronger.

This game of yours

Is immensely

Tiring.