The Raga

When all doors seem shut,
You open this one,
Letting the glorious sunlight in
Like a beacon of kind Hope.
Is this Joy, Vallabha?
For today I sang
And my madhyama was not mournful,
And an elusive cloud precipitated.
Is this Joy, or an illusion?
Or a premonition that I can't read?
Do I take courage and savour my raga
Or do I apprehend a coming of an abhaswara....

Oh but, lead me on, Vallabha,
Hold the door wide, wide open!
I now neither smile nor apprehend!
I have now quite gone above either!
I will step over the threshhold,
Singing the raga of Existence
I care no more
For your insipid Fruits of Karma.

Indira Renganathan
Verses felt and written to make me too feel...who can interrupt while in that musical trance ...God bless

 

poeticpiers
Acceptance of what is resolves all disagreements

Aboo Thahir
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ritty patnaik
the sufferings of radha was plenty,yet she ,with all her angst and frustrations,did not care for herself,but only to please krishna !written with love !would like you to read poet vidyapatis poems on radhas love.

Ken e Hall
Very well written poem I understand the poem and 'For your insipid Fruits of Karma' ends it perfectly... alas three Indian words I cannot understand [ the English are hopeless at learning a language] raga,abhaswara, and Vallabha.maybe an NB under the poem....kind regards

samanyan
you have made life a song here....beautifully expressed...your originality is amazing

PrEmJi PrEmJi
nice painting of ravi varma.........

Leslie Alexis
hmm. sweet the way it reads with great control

Kesav V Easwaran
Beautiful Krishna! you are more a Meera here...the modern anglical Meera! liked very much

anushmadhu
the meanings are as good as shyama shastri....nice one..poetic.