Written on a particularly romantic/ fake poetic mood.. :)
Krishna , What colour
are your eyes? Are they the deep sapphire blue of the Ocean’s mysterious depths
or the emerald green of the Northern Lights in the Alaskan night sky . They
must be dark and sparkling like the cool, dark diamonds deep inside the Earth’s
core . Or are they cool and grey..or iridescent , like the colours of the
Universe?
What language do you speak, Krishna? Sanskrit?..or some
ancient language of the Gods..? Madhava, Love needs no language , I know that ,
.. Still I wonder how your voice would sound like..? And your laugh, how would
that be like..Hey, by the way , do you have dimples?
Krishna , I have heard so much about you , yet I cant help
wanting to hear more about you , talk about you, write to you and think of
you..
Just as the pages on this book are not enough to write about
you, this one life here on Earth is not enough to love you. ( Excuse the
cheesiness – I had run out of pages on my Diary) .
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