Waiting

I'm slightly emotionally exhausted... I'll take a break from writing for a while. Sharing one poem I wrote long back... But possibly my best poem till date. Here it goes...

Waiting

And so Radha waited

Its been weeks since

He left the village

To the big city

To conquer heights

Win glory and pride

She wished to write

Letters, pleading him

To return at earliest

But she didn't know

Where he was staying

With whom he plotted

She lost her appetite

And her sleep worrying

For her beloved's well being

After a week of agony

She spent locked up home

News came from far

The demon in Mathura

Has been slayed heroically

Krishna was now a king

She rejoiced happily

Went to the river

Where they used to meet

But her reflection scared her

Unkempt hair and bloodshot eyes

So tonight she decided to sleep

But the dreams were scary

There was blood and battle

And Krishna a hero, not a man

Morning Radha woke

And decorated her home

Flowers she picked herself

And she waited for Krishna

To return... war and madness

Had taken its toll too far

Slowly in daze a month passed

All her letters were unanswered

Till one day she heard a rumour

That Krishna had happily

Married a princess and

Lived in a grand palace

She didn't believe a word

Screamed at her friends away

And she still waited and waited

Seasons came, seasons changed

But Radha remained longing

Till it became a legend

Krishna a God and she a devotee

Truth became a fantasy

And the fantasy... the Truth