The Dark One Is Krishna


Thick overhead
clouds of the monsoon,
a delight to this feverish heart.
Season of rain,
season of uncontrolled whispers--the Dark One's returning!
O swollen heart,
O sky brimming with moisture--
tongued lightning first
and then thunder,
convulsive spatters of rain
and then wind, chasing the summertime heat.
Mira says: Dark One,
I've waited--
it's time to take my songs
into the street.

Last updated July 05, 2015