This was offered for Radhastami one year
Rare occasion songs of her glories are sung for all to hear
All the aratis and celebrations start precisely on time
Devotees join in dancing and singing transcendental rhyme
All around the curtain waiting for the Deites to appear
As the shank blows all devotees cheer
mrdanga and karatalas play together in time
the bells on Srimati Gandharvika’s skirt chime
devotees praise her mercy and dedication
roses, narcissus connected in leis by maker’s expert fabrication
for service Srimati Gandharvika, she’ll be there with bells on
again to the cyber highway where the friends are inside due to rain. Along to manasa pedaling off into the cloudy evening between the drops of rain where the pedalers all are dressed in rain gear but still smiling from the joy of pedaling. Around the corner through the triangle to the ramp and the navapatra the pitch is on the right going left there under the first highway where the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa is amazed to see Murka and pulls a poncho over and gives chase.
It’s a miracle mom, the nightdress for the evening. They dress quickly and are dancing even now.
Have you seen the stars on Giridhari’s cloak?
Have you had darsana today?
You’ll see all the stars on his cloak the first ekadasi
come for arati they’re shinning bright and blue
mayur belts for both Giridhari and Gandharvika
bring out the peacocks on her skirt and colors on his cloak
chasing ordinary attraction away
each leis made by a different lassie
roses, leaves, petals, even narcissus though they be few
pedaling the storm out. not missing anything along the way like how the folks have gear for the weather. The Chihuahua on the helmet once again he hasn’t passed by in a while but there he is today. Fixed gears in normal stuff, nothing to appease the clouds. At the natasala I take leave and Murka goes on to the clank of the aluminum bat and the southland to cross the main street without the left turn. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa takes the folded palms and smiles as the kalarupa chases him in for the sandhya greeted by an umbrella.
Deep within the far off jungle the nightdress that came from cloth sent up from the southland by one of the family. They dress quickly to dance this evening during the rain that has gone on all day long. White red and green combine to be a soft outfit for rest.
By doing this one thing negative results are done
no matter how deeply piled
offering a sumanas flower on the lotus feet of Sachi’s child
seamstress thought she could put the blue back on the rack
seeing the effulgence she ordered more
this mukut changes each time
makes a more interesting rhyme
leis of roses so wonderful like a padma mala
on Kisora in new sevakunja
pedaling from the manasa to the mayur Christmas tree farm around the curvy back road. Over the reservoir all the way into the house of Gaurangasundar. The drops come down still Mahaprabhu’s call brings Murka and I to the celebration. Retuning over the wharf road bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to bow and pick up the kalarupa for the sandhya.
one watches as murka places the chodder over Gaurangasundar and he takes his rest after Murka asks “why did you run away?”
meanwhile back at the ranch the Thakuaras slip into their Hiranyakasipu nightdress a little chilly after the all day rain but they still dance the night away.