Lately, Lord Krishna is a regular visitor in my REM sleep.
The other night he was standing on the ghats of Benares, mesmerizing all with his melodious flute. Our eyes met with an unexplainable longing . Slyly he beckoned me to walk down the steps with him. I followed- like a dog follows his master. Lovingly , he placed me in the arms of Baba Moinuddin Chisti. I slept peacefully.
Could it be an invitation from the universe to resurrect the dying love within me? Could it be my need to understand love of a different kind?
Love sought. Love found. Love immortalised.