I do not know it why have I written it, why have I chosen such a topic, The Blue Boy, The Blue Boy of Vrindavan to dwell upon, nor can I say to you the reason behind as for writing it, but only one thing that I can assure you is this that for quite a long I have been dispensing with Krishna literature, Krishna music and magic, whose melodies and charms you can hear and feel in as the undertones or overtones, which you may personally notice it reflected in, written under the impact of the Melody Divine resounding with Krishnabhakti or Krishnaprem, which but only a devotional heart can feel it. I have just tried to deal with the imagery, the photograph of the Blue Boy, the Blue Boy of Vrindavan and to lose in that blueness is it all, the Divine Blueness. Krishna, Krishna music only those can hear it, whoever gives an ear to the melody and rhythm doing the rounds.
I do not want to discuss it more, just want, want to have a glimpse, a glimpse of his face, of the face of the Blue Boy, the Blue Boy of Vrindavan and this is enough to cast a magic and music of own, drenching me in Krishna imagery and idyllic pictures. The more I see him the more get I attracted by the blue beauty and this blueness is uniquely found in the objects of Nature and the things around which is but a thing to be felt within. Apart from that, there is something to be seen and marked in Shyama Sangeet, in marking the faces of Blue-necked Shiva and Shyama Kali. Lord Krishna himself asks Yasoda with regard to his being a little dark-complexioned and Radha fair. The Mystery of the Dark Blue Divine, how to say it? Dark is beautiful is the adage.
Frankly speaking, I too feel it lucky in coming to mark the beauty of his blue imagery which I have come to feel and realize it after a very long time. How amazing and wonderful the colour is, the hue reflected in to be looked in utter astonishment! Krishna the Blue Boy, the Blue Divine, the Flutist fluting and calling!
Now the book is before you to see and peruse and to say what it is in it, what it not; what I have realized and what I have failed to do while dealing and dispensing with Krishna music and magic quite personally.
The Blue Boy of Vrindavan is a memorial poem; an imagistic one taking us to Vrindavan of yore, to Gokul, the banks of the Yamuna in a symbolic way opening the new vistas of thought and reflection. To see it otherwise, it is a poem of paintings, how the painters have painted, sketched and drawn the imagery of the Blue Boy. ------Authorly Note
In the loving memory of my youngest brother
Where you Shyam, Ghanashyam Playing the Murali, Where you Shyam, Ghanashyam
Playing in the arbour, Under the tree shade By the river, On the banks of, While moving to the forest tract
Where you, where you Krishna, Sri Krishna, The cowherd boy, Where you, you the Blue Boy, The Blue Boy of Vrindavan?
Where you, you the Flutist, Krishna, Sri Krishna, The Blue Boy, The Blue Boy of Vrindavan, Fluting and going And the melodies engulfing?
The image of the Blue Boy has not left me, The magic of His flute, The Divine Flute piped And He piping and going so melodiously
The idyllic, pastoral paths Going through the country to the woodland Full of wild flowers hanging by And the sweet breezes blowing. And taking by turns.
The Blue Boy of Vrindavan, How the imagery, The painting, The sketch and drawing, Krishna fluting, Fluting the reed And the notes, The Divine Notes breaking, Breaking from And engulfing, Engulfing it all?
How to make the image, How to paint the imagery And the picture, How to draw it, How make it the statue, The statue, The blue, blue-coloured statue Of Krishna, Lord Krishna As the Blue Boy, The Blue Boy of Vrindavan?
1 Shyam, Ghanashyam, Shyam, Ghanashyam, Shyam, Ghanashyam, Where do you, Do you search Me, Me, I am in you, In you, O Maddie, Where do you, Do you, The answer comes ringing!
Shyam, Ghanashyam, Shyam, Ghanashyam, Where You, You, my Lord, Lord, Shyam, Ghanashyam, Where You, You, my Lord, Shyam, Ghanashyam, The heart searches, Searches Him?
2 And the melodies breaking, Seem to be Breaking, Breaking, The musical notes, Notes breaking, I am here, I am here, My love, I am here, I am here, The Divine Tunes engulfing, Engulfing it all!
Shyam, Shyam, The Blue-coloured One, Shyam, Ghanashyam Just like the clouds Lurking, Lurking and darkening, Darkening, The sky overcast with clouds During the monsoon, Shravana And it lightning, Lightning and frightening.
3 On finding Him not, The gopis, Gopis getting emotional, Feeling it, Taking within The absence, Absence, Shyam, Ghanashyam, Shyam, Ghanashyam The Face Want they, They to see, That bluish face Looking beautiful.
Shyam, Where do You lie You playing, Playing the flute, Where, Where It taking to, Where You In which woodland, Which arbour Singing You, Singing You, Playing, Playing the tune? 4 The gopis, Gopis lost, Lost in Your Love, Running, Running out, Out of their homes, Homes To hear, Hear the tunes, Tunes Sounding, Sounding so melodiously, So melodiously?
Getting out of, Out of home, Giving, Giving ears, Ears to The song, The song lilting, Lilting to sonorously, Sonorously, The song, The Song Divine, The music, The Music Divine.
The blue birds are flying, Flying high, High into the skies, The kingfishers, Kingfishers are calling, Calling And I can, Can see the clouds gathering, Gathering, Shyam, Shaym, Ghanashyam And it darkening, Darkening, The giopis saying, Saying.
Blue Boy of Vrindavan, Blue Boy, Blue Boy Of Vrindavan, Where is He, Is He, Playing, Playing the music, The Music Divine From the flute, The bamboo flute Fluting marvellously, Splendidly? 6 Blue boy, Blue Boy of Vrindavan, Vrindavan, Krishna, Sri Krishna Dressed in blue, Blue Going blues, Blues, Krishna, Sri Krishna, Blue Boy, Blue Boy of Vrindavan.
The Blue Boy, Blue Boy of Vrindavan, Where he fluting, Fluting, Fluting, Fluting the flute, Where, Where Under which tree, Where, Where Sitting upon the rock Or by the river?
Where Krishna, Krishna Looking like Govardhana, Where, Where he Imagistic of the blue skies, The blue hills, Blue-blue hills And the clouds, Clouds flying And gathering?
The magic, Magic and music, Music of the Blue Boy, The Blue Boy, How, How to describe, Describe it The magic, Magic and music, Music of The Blue Boy of Vrindavan, Krishna, Sri Krishna?
Shyam, Ghanashyam, Where You shyam, Ghanashyam, Shyam, Ghanashyam, Where You playing the flute, The Divine Flute, Where Your Muraliya Fluting And the notes, The Divine Notes breaking?
Leaving it all, Surrendering the self, Surrendering All of my sorrow and pain Leaving it all, The mind lost in Shyam, Ghanashyam, The imagery of His, The picture of His, Where Shyam, Ghanashyam?
Just downing the head Before the image, The photo of Shyam, Ghanashyam Forgetting it all The existence, The sorrow and pain of life, The head dropping down With the manna so sad and pensive, Reflective and brooding, Shyam, Ghanashyam!
O where You, You my Shyam, Ghanashyam, O where, where You Shyam, Ghanashyam, The Blue, The Blue-complexioned Lord, Lord of life, Shyam, Ghanashyam!
Where to go, What to do, My Lord, I am at Your shelter, Your shelter, Where to go, Where to go, Muraliwallah, The Man With the Flute, The Divine Man With The Flute, O Muraliwallah Kanhaiyya?
When the snares of the world vex it, When the things of the world perplex The soul and the spirit, Then what to do, What to do, Where to go, Where to go, my Lord, O Blue Boy, The Blue Boy of Vrindavan, Krishna, Sri Krishna?
When the light extinguishes it, The lamp of light goes away Leaving in utter darkness And despair, When the bad days prevail upon With none there to help, Whom to call, Whom to call, Shyam, Ghanashyam, Shyam, Ghanashyam, When times seem to be bad And misfortunes seem to be raking the self?
At that time, At that time, What the poor distraught, The poor distraught soul to do, To do, The poor distraught and dishevelled self, The devastated self to do, To do, My Lord, My Lord, Shyam, Ghanashyam?
Keeping the head on the palm, The head on the head Think I, Think I, Why is this trouble, Trouble and tribulation, Pain of life, Why, why Why is this Unwanted pain and sorrow, Shyam, Ghanashyam?
Where to go, Where to go When hope ends it And despair takes upon, Frustration disturbs it inwardly Throwing in darkness and desolation With utter despondence and dejection, When all the doors get closed And nobody comes out to help, Where to go, Where to go, Shyam, Ghanashyam?
13 O Muraliwallah, Krishna Kanhaiyya, On whose head is the crown Of peacock feathers, So pleasantly looking Bluish, bluish, If I say it not to You Then whom to say to The pains of the heart, The grief of mine, O Muraliwallah, Krishna Kanhaiyya!
If say I not, Say I not The pains of mine, The pains of my heart To You not, The grief of mine, What it ails me, Whom to say to, Say to, Lord of Life, If I say it not, Say it not?
But it is, It is a fault of mine That think I, Think I about my pain and suffering, Pain and suffering, Not the suffering of the world, There are many who suffer it most And judgement is not, There are many who live a wretched life, A very wretched life Which feel we not, We not
And if be that, Be that, What it to worry about As my pain but a little, If be that, Be that, my Lord, How little is my pain, My grief and suffering, How little My understanding of Sukha and dukha And the perennial cycle of it!
15 Instead of, the notes seem to be breaking, Krishna melodies, Melodies and tunes, Krishna fluting, Fluting the Divine Flute And the golden, golden notes breaking With the melodies So unheard, so latest Taking by surprise, Krishna melody, Lord Krishna, Krishna, The Blue Boy, The Blue Boy of Vrindavan fluting, Fluting.
Shyam, Shyam, Your notes, Notes breaking somewhere And calling, calling us, Shyam, Your, Your Flute And the notes, the Notes Divine Calling, calling, Calling, Radha running, running, Trying to give ears, ears to As for locating the direction The direction of the melody, The melody coming from, The Melody, the Melody Divine.
16 The Blue Boy, The Blue Boy of Vrindavan Calling, calling, Fluting, fluting the songs And calling, calling, The flute taking the gopis by surprise, The Gokul inhabitants, They talking, Talking about Krishna music And magic, The Gokul, Gokul inhabitants, Krishna, Sri Krishna, Shyam, Where is Shyam fluting?
Radha lost in dreams, Sweet dreams of Krishna, Maddened by Krishnaprem, Krishnabahkti Unable to bear, Bear the pains, Unable, unable to bear, Running, Running here and there In search of, In search of Krishna, Krishan Kanhaiyya, The Blue Boy, The Blue Boy of Vrindavan. 17 As such is the magic, The magic of the Blue Boy, The music, The music of the flute Fluting, Fluting and sounding And resounding, The magic, The magic of the Blue Boy, The Blue Boy of Vrindavan, The music, The music of the flute fluting, Fluting and calling And calling!
Shyam, Shyam, Your flute, Your flute is calling, Shyam, Shaym, Your flute, Your flute calling and Radha, Radha running, Running to hear, Hear the voice, The voice coming, Coming from, Mad, mad in the tune, The tune of the music, The music fluting, Fluting! 18
Actually, I had no intention of suffixing a note to the script running on, but instead of added to as for explaining the Krishnadhun as for internal satisfaction, the inner ananda of the manna to feel it here, what it is in Krishnabhakti and Krishnaprem, what it the difference in between classical imagery and pastoral setting or are they complimentary to each other? Though I know it well the music will not end it, but instead of that I am attaching it for my reading and understanding of the imagery put in the art gallery of the heart which the artists have made and sketched as per their imagination. I do not know those painters but their art is here in a poetry form to be seen and appreciated.
At the end of the poem, there may be some personal note and suffering attached to the crux of the poem, but these switch from personality to impersonality, subjectivity to objectivity to give an impetus to the poem under discussion. What it is in Shyam, Ghanashyam adding to sobriety, melancholy and to pensive reflection and brooding, melting of emotions slowly has been raised to a note of sublimity by making to Shyam and the notes breaking from His flute so that it remains up to that standpoint. When we say Shyam, Ghanashyam, something of Shravana takes it over, the weather being cloudy and the clouds hanging over the hill ranges and the forest tracts and here the mood lies it pensive enough.
The poem is a recreation of Krishna imagery as seen in paintings and images. I do not know why the imagery is blue, but have concentrated on here in this piece of devotional writing which is mythical too at the same time. There is something of music, something of melody; something of imagery, something of painting. The Blue Boy with a crown over the head and with a flute stands He fluting, taking our hearts away. Shyam, Ghanashyam, with which the poem begins or continues with finally gets tuned to the flute and the breaking of its melodious notes so inspirational and lyrical indeed so consolatory. Those who can feel it about can tell of the mystical feeling otherwise it cannot be. At least try you to see the picture for being tuned to His murali. The musical notes engulf us with the melodies breaking, taking us far away from here into a world of fancy and imagination, dream and soothsaying. Why to fear if He is with us?
Have you ever heard the music of the Blue Boy? Have you ever felt the magic of the Blue Boy of Vrindavan? If not, first feel you it and then say to me.