Radhe’s ground is a lovers’ camp.
Kali, loves to bleed liquid marrow
Radhe loves to send cupid’s arrow.
Kali with her round sunken eyes...
Radhe’ eyes are just all blue skies
Kali with her untidy shuffled hair
Radhe’s gopis combed with care.
Kali is all black, whole body seen
Radhe is simply the beauty queen
Kali’s necklace of bleeding heads
Radha’s was of pearls and beads.
Kali with her fly or vulture friend
Radha’s... damsels of Vrandavan
Kali eats but half-burnt corpses
Radhe’s eats up Kama’s desires.
Kali wields that fire in her hands
Radhe holds that fire in her heart.
Are they one; or are they wrong
one is soft and the other strong?
She danced to the Thandava drum
She too swayed to the Flutist’s hum
They both did extinguish the flame
Took us in Their arms again..again.
While all else on this comparing spree
Radhe and Kali were in warm
embraceRudra winked, smiled at Krishna to say
‘The children... yet to
be divinely free?’
Kali and Rudra; Radharani and Krishna
Dancing winter, spring, summer or fall
Not in their facades but the inner soul
Not four, not two but a single dhyana!
Yogi Ananda Saraswathi