O,Krishna

I close my eyes to dwell on you
Far away you are from my view
I try and try to capture you in my eyes
Only to find you vanish in a trice

Softly when I go off to sleep
I hear your silent steps upon the deep
The music of your bells keep the rhyme
Tinkle, tinkle do the bells with anklets chime.

Thy soft steps drive away the crowding thoughts
Emptying the mind of earthly pleasures.
Melody of thy music on lute seeps into me
The dulcet melodies gush merrily through me

The proximity of Thy pervading spirit
Suffuses my heart with indescribable joy
Enveloping my whole self in perceptions anew
Penetrating the pores of my deep, deep soul

O Krishna, when You leave me dreaming
I am once again covered with a blanket so dark
Reveling in all mundane hopes and smart scheming
Moving away once again from Thee in my pettiness.

(My first attempt. I wrote this at the gentle persuasion of a good friend of mine.)