Poems

The First Meeting Of Radha And Krishna Krishna went playing in the lanes of Braj, a yellow silk garment round his waist, holding a top and […]

The Formless Brahma Has Incarnated As Krishna Krishna awoke; Yashoda was enraptured to see his face blooming as a lotus that captures the rising sun’s first […]

The Invigorating Dawn Awake, O Krishna awake, the night has gone arise, no longer laze breathe the pure air of early morn; the cowherd-lads come and […]

The Lord Helps His Devotees The voice falters when it sings of the deeds of the Lord who’s an ocean of mercy. He gave guileful Putana, […]

The Lord Is His Devotees’ Slave Whatever is a devotee’s caste, clan, family, or name, Rama’s love for him is the same. Beggar and king are […]

The Welcome Of The Women Of Braj ‘Tis morn, O Krishna, awake, all the pretty young milkmaids are calling for you; arise O Braj’s prince, The […]

Yasoda Inducing Krishna To Stay Nearby Kanha, don’t go so far to play, you do not know the ‘hau’ is here, I’ve learnt of it today. […]

Abhangs (A Short Collection) I was sleeping when Namdeo and Vitthal Stepped into my dream. “Your job is to make poems. Stop wasting time,” Namdeo said. […]

Although they are Although they are only breath, words which I command are immortal

Anactoria Yes, Atthis, you may be sure Even in Sardis Anactoria will think often of us of the life we shared here, when you seemed the […]