"I Wanted to Be Radha"
I wanted to be his Radha,
but ended up like Meera —
loving him like the moon loves the sun,
from far… without being seen.
I dreamed of a fairytale,
like a child holding stars in hand,
but he ended it midway —
like rain that leaves before touching the land.
I wanted to be his home,
like a lamp waiting for night,
but became a passing shade —
like clouds that hide the light.
I asked for forever,
like rivers asking to meet the sea,
but learned to love quietly —
like wind hugging a tree.
I gave love like Sita,
pure like fire that doesn't burn,
and lived her exile too —
like pages no one turns.
I thought I was his last stop,
like silence after a song…
but I was just a path,
like a road he walked along.
I waited like Radha,
loved like Meera — deep and free.
But he was never my Krishna…
Not for Radha,
Not for me.