How I long to meet Him !
Like the skylark for rain to quench its thirst,
Like the peacock for clouds to get to dance,
Like the bee for the nectar from amongst the flowers,
Like the roots for the soil and its longing for life…
How I long to see Him!
Like Meera for a glimpse of Krishna amongst the crowd,
Like Sita who perceives of Ram in the jungles around,
Like Arundhati who identifies and works with Vashistha…
How I long to talk to Him!
Like Arjun who can question Krishna about his doubts
Like Sugreev who can be a friend and brother to Ram
Like Videh to quench his thirst to know from Yadnyavalkya…
How I long to be touched by Him!
Like Kubja was straightened, from amongst the many, by Krishna
Like Ahilya, a stone – like brought to life by Ram
Like Bali who offered his head to put foot uponby Waman…
How I long to touch His feet!
Like Sudama at the gates of Krishna’s palace,
Like Hanuman to meet Ram at the foothills of Kishkindha,
Like Her for Dada when She tries to see Him in every Human being around…
PS : Some people might think that it’s a way to portray mythology. But for me Ram and Krishna are my history, my ancestors and not a myth. There might be stories planted in their name which may be myths, but calling them, their lives and their work, a myth, is not at all acceptable to me. We need to stop looking at our history as a myth and look at it as our past, dwell upon it and tread upon the course.