Fixated on The Supreme Self...

Fixated on Krishna

Creator God of sweet poetry

Shower me with your light from above

Then whisper your sweet music to me

And fly me on the wings of your love

Your handsome face enraptures me

Your entire being is written in poetry

Your flute moistened with the essence of you

As if dipped into the fountain of my mortal dew

Your music brings a smile to my face

My heartbeats lovingly pick up the pace

I am transported to a magical place

Where enchantment encompasses time and space

Rapturously, you play only for my ears

Lovingly filling my eyes with moving tears

You seem to understand my moods so well

I have fallen under your romantic spell

Music like fragrance from a bunch of flowers
Serving Nectar for my spirits each exciting hour

How do I explain the obsession of me, mere mortal?

Dying to worship you, the Immortal

Lofty sky God, soul charming earth man

Yes, a rogue but divinely so

Tenderly stroking the feelings of woman

With all the yearnings you know

Your sweet melody emanating from a simple flute

Leaving me breathless of speech, dumb, mute

Like the Nectar of Immortality, your musical poetry