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kanhapriya · 8 months
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Krishna to Arjun
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swayamev · 7 months
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नंद घर आनंद भयो जय कन्हैया लाल की
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Wishing all chotu chotu Gop Gopis and my mutual a very Happy Janmashtami 🥳 save some maakhan misri for yourself coz kahna is coming ✨
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@bitxhbanana @bipdf @namitha @janaknandini-singh999 @scribblesbyavi and whole desiblr 🎉🎉✨✨✨✨✨✨
And all ( my apologies if i forgot to mention any my mutual )✨
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themorguepoet · 7 months
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Krishna is beautiful. Krishna is love. Krishna is gentle. Krishna is the little mischievous darling boy of Vrindavan. Krishna is the flute-playing sweetheart of the Gopis. Krishna is the solace of the cows and his cowherder friends. Krishna is a thief- stealing away mākhan and hearts from every home in Vrindavan.
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Krishna is all this. Krishna was all this for as long as he stayed in Gokul-Vrindavan. Later on...
Krishna is the Yugpurush of Aryavarta. Krishna, the slayer of Kamsa is the fearsome Chakradhar. Krishna the husband of Lakshmi-swaroopa Rukmini is Yogeshwar. Krishna is the protector of Draupadi and the Pandavas. Krishna is the invincible Charioteer of Arjuna. Krishna is Nārāyan. Krishna is Pārabramh.
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He is all this too and again, He is not bound in any of these roles. He is everything and nothing at the same time. Nirākar-Nirguna and Sākar-Saguna. Krishna is what his devotees need him to be. He is Eternal and Endless.
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Krishna is the universe and beyond. He is vast and yet in my heart Krishna is just the gentle flute-playing darling of Gopis. Little bundle of Yashoda's joy. Yugpurush and Parambramh and Dwarkadheesh he might be for entire Aryavarta- but for Braj he is the little boy running around, the one who got tied up to the ookhal by Ma Yashoda, the one who ate dirt and bathed in river Yamuna. He is just their little Krishna, their Joy and bliss. Nothing more, nothing less.
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janaknandini-singh999 · 7 months
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Baarish on janmashtami is just so magical as if Kanha is like yes, sakhiyon this is how I was born and now I'm just always blessing my love on you like this rain <3
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jukti-torko-golpo · 7 months
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Messed up the nose a little bit but here is beibi Kanha, my beloved.
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krishna-sangini · 7 months
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To the one who got ALL of us swooning on Him~
To the one who always caresses away all my stress~
To the one whose silent support gets me through even the worst of hell~
To the one who is my everything ~
To the one who is the definition of love~
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MY KESHAV!!!! I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ALL THE UNIVERSES EXISTING!!!!!
Image credits~ Pinterest
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♡ Happy Janmashtami ♡
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vickyis-o · 7 months
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Sadhguru: When we say Krishna, the essence of who he is, he is an irrepressible child, a terrible prankster, an enchanting flute player, a graceful dancer, an irresistible lover, a truly valiant warrior, a ruthless vanquisher of his foes, a man who left a broken heart in every home, an astute statesman and kingmaker, a thorough gentleman, a yogi of the highest order, and the most colorful incarnation.
Krishna has been seen, perceived, understood and experienced in many different ways by different people. For example, in Duryodhana’s words, Krishna is a “smiling rogue if there ever was one. He can eat, he can drink, he can sing, he can dance. He can make love, he can fight, he can gossip with old women, and play with little children. Who says he’s God?” That was Duryodhana’s perception
Krishna’s childhood lover Radhe, who became so big that you cannot talk of Krishna without Radhe – we don’t say “Krishna Radhe,” we say, “Radhe Krishna” – she said, “Krishna is with me. He is always with me wherever he is. Whoever he is with, he is still with me.” That was her perception.
Krishna leela
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happy janmashtami priye gopi aur gopiyan
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ramayantika · 7 months
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Kanhuuu but blurred photo because ofc he is blushing by me and you all tumblr gopis hehe
Tags: @dancingpotato @krishnapriyakiduniya @krishna-priyatama @jukti-torko-golpo @cheolliepdf @suvarnarekha
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enigma-the-mysterious · 7 months
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Sweets, butter, fruits, chocolate and payesh (out of the frame) for the birthday boy. Shubho Janmashtami <3
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kanhapriya · 9 months
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Whatever this is
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swayamev · 7 months
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तितली
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भूरी भूरी आँखें तेरी
कनखियों से तेज़ तीर कितने छोड़े
��ानी धानी बातें तेरी
उड़ते फिरते पंछियों के रुख भी मोड़े
अधूरी थी ज़रा सी मैं पूरी हो रही हूँ
तेरी सादगी में होके चूर
बन के तितली दिल उड़ा उड़ा उड़ा है कहीं दूर
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rhysaka · 7 months
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He has arrived!!!!
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….and then as Vasudev stepped into the turbulent river, he found himself walking. By some miracle the water was pulling away from his feet! What maya is this? He thought in his state of utter shock but the trilling sound of his newborn son’s laughter steadied him, reminding him just who he was carrying on his head. Oh my, the prophecy was true indeed!! Thought Vasudev. This is the Lord himself!!! His body erupted into goosebumps but then a huge serpent rose out of the Yamuna. It had many heads and a shining mani 💎 between its eyes. The lord in the basket laughed with joy as the serpent formed a cover over them and Vasudev kept walking, his eyes glistening with tears and his body shivering with the knowledge that he had been given this divine task of aiding the lord in his leela.
All the karmas of his past lives had come to fruition and He knew he had attained Vaikunth.
Happy Krishna Janmashtami! May the lord of the universe bring us out of illusions and maya!
May all our karmas come to fruition!
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janaknandini-singh999 · 7 months
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"AAAAAAAAAAA!!" Krishna shrieked, closing his eyes
"HAPPY BIRTHDAYY" everyone came out
He slowly opened his eyes to look around and find his family and friends all in shining new clothes, clapping their hands together. All his wives and children folding their hands and touching his feet, he immediately hugged them. He touched Balram's feet and also got a fierce and emotional hug in return.
Radha watched, smiling and holding something in her hands
"Is that A CAKE?! HEY, MAHADEV- IT'S A MAAKHAN CAKE OMGG???" Krishna jumped
He took the cake, put it on the table and embraced Radha who grinned widely and hugged him back tighter. The cake cutting took place, everyone singing and cheering their kanha as he finished it and fed everyone the cake with his own hands.
"See, dau? I told you! Bhaybheet hone ki koi baat hi nahi thhi, they were all preparing for my birthday!"
"Haa, KANHA I-" Balram suddenly got cut off by the mysterious look Radha and all of Krishna's wives gave him
Radha cleared her throat "Well, it is like this.. Kanha, all your sakhis and wives discussed with me so I'm their representative. And I know it is your birthday but this time we all wish for something from you."
"Sakhi ki ichha-" Krishna started
"AREY, OH!? RUKO. Don't you "sakhi ki iccha hi satya vachan" it away! I've always had first hand experience of this leela of yours aur sabse PEHLE PHASSTA HOON MAIN-" Balram fumed but stopped at the soft, pitiful look everyone was giving him now "Haa Haa ab aise bhi matt dekho. Main toh bas keh raha thha ki pehle sunn toh lo Radha kya maang rakhna chaahti hain?"
Getting her opening at last, Radha clapped her hands enthusiastically and blurted "We all want to swap roles with you and your sakhas, Kanha!"
Pradyumnn and Sambha jumped, Balram almost choked "Wh- WHAT!??"
"But Radha, I already do that! Remember in lath maar Holi etc where you all make me a gopi and I dance for all of you?" Krishna put his finger on his chin, thinking something amusedly and smiling. He knew where she was going with this.
"Tch, but that's just you! Kanha ki leela involves the jagat so why should anybody be spared? Especially today on Janmashtami?? Aaj toh leeladhar ka hi din hain! We want all the men and gwalas swapped with the women and gopis. Just for a day, please!"
Sambha carefully signaled Pradyumnn to slip away unnoticed but they got caught by Rukmini. "Where do you think you're going, my boys?" she giggled, looking over at Radha
"Matashri, I know what you all and Radha ji are doing! You want to make the gwalas and pitashri pay with how they messed with you by doing the same with them through this kreeda! But what have WE done!? We never mistreated any woman! LET US GOO-"
"HAA, KANHA- you CAN'T do THIS!!!" Balram agreed, instantly coming to their side "Why should we reap the fruits of the seeds YOU AND YOUR BELOVED GWALAS SOWED?! BAHOT KARMA KA GEET GAATEY HO NA, KANHA? AB BHUKTOO HAHA. But leave us OUT of this. Punishing one innocent is a worse crime than letting million criminals go scot free."
Krishna suppressed his grin and looked at Radha, who said "Ugh, accha baba, we will soften it on you! You all will be queens living in the comfort of the palace while the gwalas outside get transformed into gopis, is that fine?"
"DHANYAVAAD, RADHA JI." they all bowed to her
Radha couldn't help but chuckle "Let's see how you handle even that, though." she winked
Krishna smiled and looked at everyone, then finally at Radha as he chanted like a mantra: "Sakhi ki iccha, mere liye aadesh. Tathastu!" and snapped his fingers as a ray of light emanated, covering them all
Everyone in Dwarka had been swapped. Vrindavan's gopis and gwalas had also been teleported here and swapped. Men turned into beautiful women while the women turned into handsome men. The women marvelled at their now male bodies
"This physique can help us do ANYTHING! LET'S GO" as they worked enthusiastically and many times harder in their male bodies than what the men had. The men stared and struggled at just wearing their clothes: heavy jewellery and saris "HOW can ANYONE do ANYTHING in this attire!?" For the village ones, they couldn't even balance the matka on their heads. The cooking, looking after their children, working tirelessly throughout the day without expecting anything in return. Many of then collapsed "how can anyone be subjected to THIS? It's too much, it's MADNESS!" Lying under the sun in that utterly exhausted condition, they found a new respect for their wives and promised to always help them from now on. They folded their hands silently and bowed.
Jambavanti, daughter of the bear king Jambavant, was already powerful as a woman, who now after turning into a man had become unstoppable. In her male form, she had ripped muscles and wearing a dhoti, was in the akhaada - knocking all pehelwaans out one after the other.
"Can't anyone beat me?" she giggled
Balram approached his favourite place and paused after seeing this warrior, taking time to recognizing his sister in law who smiled and bowed upon seeing him. He gulped. Suddenly a sharp pain tore through his abdomen, he grabbed his mouth with his hands and rushed to the palace.
In the jewellery store, someone stepped in with the air of a king. It was Satyabhama. In her male form, she wore a bright turban and dazzling merchant's clothes. A moustache adorned her face with a glint in her eyes. The store was operated all by women - just the men who had turned into women. She nodded at them and ordered to be shown the best of gems.
"Hmm, this one's fake." she was examining a diamond studded in a ring
As if slapped, she was met with a hue and cry of "That's impossible! It's the heirloom of the famous jeweler who opened this very store decades ago."
"Take it for testing." she muttered with the same confidence of someone who was an expert because she was. She and her father had been the keeper of the alokik syamantak mani, she's always had a keen eye for gems all her life. One of them hurriedly went outside with it and came back after half an hour with it, shaking and baffled.
"It IS FAKE! We've been blind for so long!"
Everyone turned to face Satyabhama, questions filling every part of their essence "Who are you, O Great Jauhari?"
Rukmini was beaming with the happiness of a fulfilled artist. She had just finished painting a myriad of pieces. They included: a full moon alighting a heavenly forest at night, a peacock dancing in the rain, a tiny candle slowly melting away silently placed on a table, its dim but warm light falling on a fluttering page which was alongside it, pressed in place from flying away by the feverish and tired hand of a girl whose only back was visible, while her other hand was passionately writing on it, as it mercilessly thundered away outside her window.
All of these paintings had a part of her in them, a part of her swami in them. She took it to the common people art gallery in her male form, a place she wouldn't have been allowed to visit so casually had she been in her female form as the queen. It was soon crowded. Everyone stared numb, hypnotized by these paintings. Each one of them evoked a different and wide range of emotions through them. Some people were crying, some were smiling. Some were doing both. Everyone present as if momentarily had been teleported to Rukmini's heart to the time she had experienced all these memories which she had so fondly put on canvas - experiences of all kind. Of her childhood innocence, playing in the palace, then slowly oppression, misery, helplessness, hope, devotion and finally joy and peace.
But one piece that stood out was a portrait. A magnificent picture of their Dwarkadheesh, captured in his most divine form as the gentle hands of a woman placed the crown on his head, lovingly. He was smiling. Everyone instantly bowed and a murmur went around "Who is this godly artist?"
Balram was lying down on his bed, wailing.
Revati immediately rushed inside
"Kya hua, swami?"
"REVATI JI-- MUJHSE KHOON NIKAL- Aisa lag raha hain ki main YUDDH BHOOMI MEIN HOONN PARANTU SHATRU BAAHAR NAHI BALKI MERE SHAREER KE ANDARRR SE VAAR KAR RAHA HAIN!!? Yeh kaisa SHRAAP, YEH KAISI MRITYU-"
"Yeh shraap nahi, jeevan dene ka bhaag hain." Revati smiled silently and put her hand on her swami's head, stroking it and soothing him
"JEEVAN? YEH MRITYU HAIN! Yeh kab tak chalega!?"
"4-5 din.."
"KYA!? Humare toh yuddh MEIN BHI DHARM HAIN KI SURYAAST KE BAAD koi nahi ladta. Yeh kaisa atyaachaar, anyaay-" that's when he realized and fell the ground to bend and touch his wife's feet who gasped and carried him to the bed again
"Yeh aap kya kar rahe hain, swami!? You're in this state please don't-"
"Aap sab deviyan param pujy mahaan hain. Mera naman kripya sweekar kijiye."
Revati smiled
Radha and her sakhis, now in the form of gwale, were having the time of their lives. They burst matke, stole maakhan and laughed at the gwale who had all turned into gopiyan now. When they were bathing, Radha whistled from her hiding spot and they all stole their robes, giggling and running away. Krishna and his friends saw their clothes missing and screamed, draping their chest with their hands in horror.
Extremely mad, Krishna and everyone avoided Radha's toli. But that's when a sweet melody sounded through the atmosphere. Radha was playing the flute. Forgetting and dropping everything, Krishna ran to her. Radha nodded at Krishna who smiled and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, many such Krishnas in the form of a gopi emerged and came towards the gwale! And they all danced.
Nar naari ka roop badalke, khele radhakrishna! "Prem se badhke vishwa mein kya hain?" poochhe nand govinda, poochhe nand Gopala
Gwala ho ya gopi ho, sabme ek wahi toh hain samaaya
Chandni ho ya Surya ki kirne, woh hi toh hain Maya, dharm bhi samjhaya!
Vrindavaneshwari, raas rachaiyyaa
Jhoome jiski dhun pe kanhaiya!
Radharani sabki pyaari,
Thaame humari naiyaa!
Krishna leaned his head on Radha's shoulder peacefully as they silently swung slowly on the jhoola together in the vann, soaking the moonlight.
"Is this everything you and your sakhis felt when we always used to mess with you all in Vrindavan?" Krishna whispered
Half asleep but blissful, Radha nodded
"I promise to never make you all feel this way ever again."
"Oh no, we quite enjoy your maya." Radha whispered back, admitting it finally "We'd rather be tricked and surprised by you than face the dreadful mundane humdrum of life without your mischievous smile and charm to guide us."
Before he could say anything, Radha suddenly got up, held his hands and took him somewhere. After a while, they reached and Krishna froze. A colourful house with lots of trees around and a big aangan, where tulsi ji was placed, her leaves swaying softly in the breeze. A woman was there with a matki in her hands, staring blankly above at the moon.
Krishna had come into his baal roop, as he sobbed and called out "maiya?"
The emotions flooded back into the woman as if after an eternity. She turned around in a flash "Lalla?"
He ran and hugged his mother who softly pulled his ears and sobbed, whispering "Kahan chala gaya thha, ha? Kitna dhundha! Apni maiyaa ko pareshan karna bahot pasand hain na tujhe?"
Little krishna pinched both his ear lobes and innocently lowered his head in apology and hugged her again "shamaa kar do na, pyaari maiyaa..?"
Yashoda laughed, drying away her tears "Bas yahi toh karta hain na yeh maakhan chor? Ab bhala tumse rootha bhi koi kitni hi der tak reh sakta hain?"
Radha, who had also turned into her child form, looked on and cried little tears silently from a polite distance, smiling
"Aaja, Kanha. Janmdin ki dher saari badhaai, mere lalla! Yeh le tera mannpasand maakhan- arey, Radha? Wahan kyu khadi hain? Bina kahe iss natkhat ke liye maakhan banane mein roz mere paas aake haath bat'aati hain. Aaja khaa le, maine tere liye bhi kheer banaayi hain aaj!"
Little Radha ran in Yashoda maiya's arms who gently kissed her forehead. They both fed maakhan and kheer to maiya also and the three laughed and embraced each other.
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haribolnamaste · 7 months
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Jaya Sri Krishna Janmastami!
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