MEERA: THE MYSTIC

She left me amazed, with her love infallible

For Her KRISHNA

Her only LOVE

She dwelled deep and conquered his kingdom

LOVE being her sole weapon

Her love, her devotion was so true

That God had to bent, and had to share his name

She carried him along with her to eternity

Her voice deep and sweet praised the infinity, her LOVE

That forced the stone to melt

 HE had to condense himself to fit into her words;
In to the expression of love in her songs

HE never complained but felt rewarded to have a lover like her

Oh Meera! She would have been an ideal beauty

MEERA- the lover of the Great

Her long hair, big kohl eyes, and her beautifully carved lips

Every time I imagined her I found my imagination to be faulty

For she had colored herself in the Rang of her  Giridhar

Color of Shyam, the color of vastness, the color of infinity

MEERA- the aura of mystical love 
I tried loosing myself in her songs to find more about her LOVER

And was happy to rediscover my truer self

 LOVE