a poem for Kṛṣṇa Janmāṣṭamī… 
luster
burnt with longing,
i am a river scorched
by the summer sun
shimmering haze of light,
my swithered heart
i find you in the pause
i have not seen heaven
but i have seen moon’s luster
dripping onto your hips
he who dwells in my heart
is the white lord of pandharpur,
the one who plays
monsoon one,
your waist is my altar
there is no need
for pearls
when you are there
wishing beautiful celebrations to everyone! Jai Śrī Kṛṣṇa, the enchanter of the heart!
amaryllis 