Beneath the moon, so far apart,
Two lovers dream with longing hearts.
Miles may stretch and time may fade,
Yet love’s soft whispers never wane.
She dreams of Mathura’s sacred shore,
Where Krishna danced in days of yore.
Soft bells chime in the evening air,
As she prays for him to meet her there.
He dreams of Vrindavan’s green embrace,
Where Radha’s love left time’s own trace.
Through peacock calls and temple chimes,
He seeks her eyes in sacred rhymes.
The Yamuna flows, so calm, so wide,
Yet cannot match the tears they hide.
Each night they write, each night they yearn,
For footsteps side by side to turn.
And though the distance keeps them still,
Their souls have crossed each silent hill.
For love, like rivers, finds its way,
To meet beneath the dawn’s first ray.
One day they’ll stand where dreams began,
Hand in hand in Vrindavan.
And Mathura’s winds will softly weave,
The love they always dared believe.
She stands beneath the silvered sky,
A whispered prayer, a silent sigh.
Mathura’s winds caress her face,
Yet emptiness fills love’s embrace.
He walks alone where peacocks call,
Through Vrindavan’s dim-lit hall.
Soft flutes echo in the air,
But love once near is now nowhere.
They wished upon the lotus feet,
Of Krishna’s love so pure, so sweet.
To walk as one, to never part,
To share one soul, one beating heart.
Yet fate, like waves upon the shore,
Pulled them back forevermore.
Like Radha wept in silent pain,
She waits for him in endless rain.
Like Krishna left with duty’s hand,
He walks away, but not by plan.
His heart still lingers where she stands,
Yet time has drawn its fateful sands.
Oh Lord, they prayed, they begged, they swore,
To be as one forevermore.
Yet love so vast, so deep, so wide,
Now lives in dreams where souls reside.
No vows were made, no ties were spun,
Yet two hearts beat as if they’re one.
For love like theirs will never die,
It lives where Radha’s echoes lie.
