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.
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.
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.
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.
