My Escape

Krishna. 

I miss you. I really do. 

 I wish you were really here , I know that sounds childish but still..:/ 

I've lost that feeling , that way I felt about you before... Please, please , I want it back. 

Please dont take that away from me, it's the only crutch I have in this world, in the midst of the chaos , and the mad rush for success. I'll  try my best to play my part well , and you know that  I'll continue to search for love and happiness , and meaning here .. and when I fail ,  again and again..;  when  the familiar shades of darkness starts reaching for me.. I want my escape , Krishna . 

I want You. 

Strangers from Distant Lands..

Old  letter #1 

Dear  Krishna, 

As I think of you now, how many others would be thinking of you , in different parts of the world.. I wonder who that person in some lone island was , who Googled your name.  Or that woman in Ireland, who went  walking  across the moors , and came home to make you a garland of wild flowers. 

Closer home,  I wonder  what DP, or ILWK or LUEN would be doing now..Strangers all, yet we all share a common relationship with you . And we all claim that you are ours , and  you are an expert in making us believe so  too ..( I don't know why I felt so,  way back when I wrote this . He does that maybe once in a blue moon ) . 

It feels strange though , when people think that all this is about religion; when they ask   ' Oh, you are quite religious , then?'  . They couldn't be more wrong . 

You , dearest Madhava , are our father, brother , friend , lover, master, guide, protector, son..playing a different role according to how your devotee sees you.

For me, Krishna.. Well, I cannot think of my life without you . 

Yours forever, 

Lost Gopi