A quiet afternoon of august, 2014 the train reached Kurukhetra I got down Lord Krishna welcomed me from the waiting hall the wall paintings of Lord Krishna mesmerized me... His charishma His efforts to prevent the great war of Mahabharat depicted in the lively paintings enthralled me... I returned from Kurukhetra the same day in the hope that someday I visit this place. Four years later... a rainy day of July , 2018 my train stopped at Kurukhetra as I got down I searched every nook and corner His paintings not there I was upset where you have gone, Krishna... I stared at the sky raindrops falling streets filled with water where am I searching Krishna ? He is in the soil He is in the sky He is in the water He is the rain welcoming me He is the sky watching me He is the consciousness this was the pious thought at the sacred place I could not think beyond this.
You remind me of Purandara Dasar's song Jagadodharana This is the lovely meaning of the song: "Yashoda plays with the Savior of the World Deeming him as her son That embodiment of all that is good His greatness is beyond measure and count This gem among children -- Yashoda plays with him More minute than atoms, Greater than the greatest With the unmeasurable, Yashoda plays with Him With the Greatest among beings, Para Vaasaudeva, With Purandhara Vitthala, Yashoda plays with him"
Krishna is omnipresent. Who is not aware of this ! It is the situational feelings which I wanted to give vent to.