Krishna Tales

River of Prem

Two souls entwined, a love divine,Bride and Krishna, their hearts align.

From Anshika's POV:

In sari's embrace, my soul's serenade unfurls, Each hennaed design, a love story it swirls. With Krishna's name on my lips and jasmine's sweet scent, Years of longing in each marigold flower are spent. Through glistening kohl, my gaze searches the throng, For my Raja, adorned, where he truly belongs.

This sacred mandap, more than vows we exchange, A symphony of love, where our destinies rearrange. A river of prem, its banks by sindoor stained, In Krishna's embrace, forever entwined, unchained.

Every bangle's clink, a whispered devotion's chime, Today, my beloved, your love will be truly mine.

From Krishna's POV:

In bridal splendor, with diyas ablaze, Each ornament a love song in a lover's daze. Her eyes, twin jyotis, searching with untold grace, In her love's embrace, I find my rightful place.

The scent of sandalwood fills the sacred air, In every ritual, her love finds a prayer. Her love, a Ganges, flowing eternally true, In her bhakti, my anchor, my solace anew.

As she waits, adorned in her finest attire, My heart dances with love's eternal fire. For in her eyes, I see my own mirrored soul, In her love's depths, love's divine takes its whole.