Your Home

 I walk the path unknown, I wait from dawn to dusk.

Looking at the horizon with eager eyes.

You rode away once to fulfil your purpose.

You promised me love, the one love I waited for

The kind that changed the world, beyond this lifetime.

You were so different yet so similar, a mystery yet familiar,

The Light in my Darkness of Life.

You are my God, I, Your humble Devotee,

You are Love, I, your faithful Lover.

You called me the muse to your Music,

I danced to the tune of your flute.

Years turned to decades, and I waited for you with hope,

My eyes fixed on the horizon, hearing your lore.

I hear You made a home of palaces and cities of your own.

I hear You battled in wars; ran away from some unscathed.

I prayed every day for You.

But I wonder, in my own grief and loneliness at times,

Do you ever want to know my wishes?

I wished to have a corner of your heart to myself.

I wish we could tell the world about Love,

How a simple woman my age, could fall for the cowherd boy.

How Love bloomed in Vrindavan when we met

How fate entwined in mysticism,

Our souls recognised each other with no regrets.

I wish I was right there, beside you on a swing

You would have made it just for me.

I wish I could wear the Vermillion every day,

In Your Name, instead of his.

I smile at my despair; I have lost all hope.

Love is so much pain; Your Radha can no longer cope.

Perhaps in the next life, or the one after,

We will meet again in different fate and names,

And I can call you mine, yet people remember,

"There was once a Radha, 

On the bank of the Yamuna,

Who lived and died for Love."

I decided to end this life of Sin. I pray you remember me.

I want to separate from this agony that engulfs me.

No desires hold me back any longer, 

I have broken the shackles of Maya

But for once, just for once, before my leap of faith

I wish, O Beloved, I wish so much,

That I was the One,

You called your Home.

~ Suranya