[Dedicated to LeoEaton and for making me believe that virtual friendships are a real thing.]

Tonight, Krishna

I just don't feel like being

Radha anymore.

Grandma said once

This body of yours, no matter how fair

Is bound to destroy

And amalgamate with the natural elixirs

The water, the earth, the fire, the wind and the eternal sky.

And thus

I wish to shed this body of mine

Not be the Radha everyone perceives me to be

And love you.

Someday, I wish to be something else

Something, you ask?

Why not

Someone?

I could be the peacock feather on your head.

I would sway to the tunes of your lilting flute

I would dance with you when you dance

And I would admire you

When you would put me

Oh so lovingly in your head amongst dazzling jewels.

I could also be your beloved flute.

The one you would play to

Enchant all of Vrindavana.

Of course, people have always thought it is one of your many pastimes

But didn't only I know, Krishna?

It was so much more than that?

But then, again

With a blink of an eye, it all crashes to a million fragments

Tonight is passing by

At a pace faster than wind

The tomorrow is only one night away

And I am caught between the pages of my history textbook

Parroting dates that have gone by.