Krishna -My Island Of Hope -Poem

A Letter to Krishna When I think of you... I see a silken thread... Bright... Like a curtain of light.... In a fortress of night.... A twine so splendid... With Green and Blue... Hues of Violet and Purple... Ah!..it's a divine hand loom.... What do I see?.. A Ribbon ephemeral... Like a serpent drenched in rainbow... Coiled round the stormy clouds.... Why do I see this all?.. Whenever a cosmic impetus paints you in my mind... Is it because of that feather bedecked on your crown... Dazzling, like a stroke of lightning....surging out of the dense, dark, labyrinthine foliage of your hair.... To be fair, I really don't know much about you... The air around you is a mystery. Everything about you always leads to a 'somehow'... From being born in a dungeon to somehow becoming a herdsman, till somehow becoming a king.... A journey so inscrutable. Somehow you got through that calamitous hailstorm... Somehow you married a parade.... Somehow you made it all look so fair.... And I would love to believe that you sustained that alp...like it's nothing but air... A tale so baffling..... Was it you who talked to that taciturn and retiring friend of yours, through his misery.... And turned him on into facing that sullen crowd.... If so, then that would be another somehow. How did you get there in the first place?.... I still couldn't comprehend... A lore enigmatic.... Through those times of macabre to this day of my bleary plight.... Somehow...through everything, you strolled into my sight... A man beyond transactions.... A person above all fights.... That's exactly where I can rest.... For once...I can feel alright..... Every somehow about you is dear to me.... A saga so enthralling...oh my Krishn.... All the crises, dilemmas of life.... Are nothing but part of your play.... You told this a long time ago..... To be a nonchalant onlooker of this ethereal game.... Through your eyes and words, it feels like time truly is taking a harmonious flight...oh Krishn.... And I am counting on it..... Clinging on to that idea.... Like a string.... That silken thread I see... When I think about you.... Bright.... Like a curtain of light... In a fortress of night.....