My mind lately has mischievous ideas roaming around
As if Krishna has done a magic on me
My heart wants to be evergreen and youthful
My hands doing tricks of love to charm Him.

I wonder about the scene in my mind...

He is sitting, equipoise and graceful
His camphor-white arms yearning to be reddened by my palms
The Patanjali around his neck sleeping, yet aware of the plot weaving in my mind.

I see Him still, his lips curved into a Scarlet smile
So intoxicating! But I shall not touch them
And break his trance
Aha, he is not a dweller of kāma
But I am.

I want to feel Him, and be His
I am ready to shed my possessiveness little by little,
Oh wait! Why am I rambling?

I take action. Brushing my skinny fingers on the white, soft feather
I slowly go closer to Him, increasing our proximity
I sense a twitch in his fingers, and I know
He is seeing everything.

I feel bolder, more confident, and when I am near Him
I take the feather and tickle under His earlobe
I see Him smile, but His eyes remain shut.

I feel enraged. How can He be such a control freak!
I now take everything into my hands, and my fingers tickle His waist, His shoulder blades
He must open His eyes now!

But He doesn't. And I feel upset and tired
Saddened and disappointed, I go and sleep on my bed of onyx
Under the afternoon dusk of Kailash.

And then, He opens His eyes. His turn had come.