65. ||QUIET||

It is now that time of the night

I have softly tiptoed to the quiet corners of my heart

Sans sounds, sans cacophony of the universe

That corner I have kept alive

Like a flame on a windless night

For you to visit occasionally, Krishna.

Like the errands of a regular Monday

I've done my chores

I'm through with my duties and responsibilities

You left me with

It is now time for you to embrace me

And cradle me to sleep.

I have obliterated all sounds

I have turned my back to the earth

I am now ready for you

Whisper, whisper again!

In that honeyed voice of yours,

Come, visit me, Krishna.

I will

Always hear you.