Kṛṣṇamayī

longing for my beloved नाथ | she/her 20

[shyamasundar]

I know i’m not enlightened, not even worthy of the dust of my beloved’s feet but there’s such an intense feeling of longing for his affection that everyone else fades into the background.

The way Shiva was longing for Parvati, the way Radha was aching for Krishna, the way Gopis were yearning for him after Mathura-Gaman.

This longing beautifies me like a bride for the divine. it strip me of me & fill me with the king of all rasas; shringara rasa (the rasa of love).

[shyamasundar]

Śri Kṛṣṇa was once asked by his dear friend, ‘why do you love Rādhā?’

and He said, ‘all of heaven’s beauty poured on to a being on this earth, that is my Rādhika. I wear this kaustubha around my neck so it can reflect the light of my darling. Who is Kṛṣṇa ? It’s all Rādhā.’

[shyamasundar]

Shubh rādhā ashtamí 💗

śrīm śaśikoṭi samaprabhāye namah

(salutations to the one who is as splendid as millions of moons)

-śri rādhā sahasranāma 🌙

[shyamasundar]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <33🎀

sakhi you're so sweet ily !!! 🥰💗

[shyamasundar]

Oh, my Shayma, I want You.

I want You in every way, in every breath. 

Be my lover when I feel unloved, 

My Guru when I am lost in darkness, 

My healer when I am frail and weary, 

My Mother when my heart is burdened, 

My Father when I stumble on my path. 

Be my protector, my eternal guide, 

My sacred love, encompassing all.

Let me love You,

With the essence of every atom within me.

For all I desire is You, 

In every form, in every name, 

For You are my all, 

My Shiva, my Shakti, my Vishnu, my everything.

[shyamasundar]

VISHNU IS MINE. STAY AWAY

haha I too used to be so protective of lord Vishnu and wanted to gatekeep him all by myself until i was introduced with vishnu sahasranamam.

where he is indicated as,

savitaa: He who is the eternal father of the entire Universe.

&

Bhutavasah: He Who is the abode of all creatures.

still i would fight for him with my life ngl 🥰

[shyamasundar]

Do you, too, look around with startled eyes, hoping I would come?

Do you, too, weave fragrant garlands, longing for me to fall deeper into your embrace?

Do you, too, get comsumed by the fire of viraha?

Do you, too, dwell on me with every fleeting breath?

Do your tears, too, cascade like monsoon rains at the sight of me?

Do you, too, yearn for my touch, for our souls to entwine?

Do you, too... love me ?

[shyamasundar]

Śri Kṛṣṇa is indicated as Śri-mukha-chandra-chakora. the word chakora indicates that he is subjugated by the affection of his lovers.

the lotus face of Rādhā is a constant joy for Kṛṣṇa. as a chakora bird in a state of distraction stares with unblinking eyes in the direction of the moon, Kṛṣṇa feels extreme jubilation seeing Rādhā's enchanting face.

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This song always have chills down my spine. the passion, devotion and beauty is INSANE so couldn't help but share it.

तुला साद आली तुझ्या लेकरांची, अलंकापुरी आज भारावली

वसा वारीचा घेतला पावलांनी, आम्हा वाळवंटी तुझी सावली

गळाभेट घेण्या भीमेची निघाली, तुझ्या नाम घोषात इन्द्रायणी

Your children are remembering you. Oh! Lord Alankapuri, your devotees are all so excited. We are walking our way To seek your shelter, To feel your sweet embrace, here we come.. Chanting your name, oh Almighty Vitthal.

भिडे आसमंती ध्वजा वैष्णवांची, उभी पंढरी आज नादावली

तुझे नाव ओठी, तुझे रूप ध्यानी, जिवाला तुझी आस गा लागलीi

With the saffron flags raised up in the sky.. Devotees at Pandharpur are overwhelmed today. With your name on our lips, with your thoughts in our minds. Yearning for a glimpse of you, dear God.

जरी बाप साऱ्या जगाचा परि तू, आम्हा लेकरांची विठू माऊली

You are the Lord of the universe -But for us.. ..your countless children you will always be our sweet mother God.

🌺 vitthal-vitthal rakhumai-rakhumai 🌺

[shyamasundar]

Born to live in pandharpur indulged in seva of my Vithoba-Rakhumai, forced to do job.

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I love that Vitthal, a form Krishna, is called Vithu-Māuli, meaning 'Mother'. yeah.. He is my caring mother. MY MĀULI.

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जगदानन्दकन्दाय प्रणतार्तहराय च ।

नीलाचलनिवासाय जगन्नाथाय ते नमः ॥

Obeisance to Jagannatha, residing at Nilachala (mountain of sky-blue light), the root cause of happiness and joy of this universe, the savior who hears the cries of those who bow at His feet.

[shyamasundar]

My toxic trait is wishing I were Mahishasura, because oh to be slain at the hands of your beloved and be united with her eternally.

[shyamasundar]

Mathura-Gaman : The Departure of Shri Krishna to mathura

A call from destiny came. A summon from Mathura. The tyrant Kansa, Krishna's malevolent uncle, had to be defeated. The time had come for Krishna to fulfill his earthly mission, to protect dharma and rid the world of evil. This call to duty demanded his departure from Vrindavan, a departure that would plunge my soul into profound sorrow.

મથુરા જાવો તો મારા સમ હો રાજ

ગોકુળ વેહલેરા પધારજો રે

"i swear to you if you leave for Mathura, my beloved, please return to Gokul soon"

Departure dawned, I stand here in the sacred land of Vrindavan, where every corner once echoed with the divine melody of Krishna’s flute. Today, the air is heavy with sorrow, for he is leaving us. My heart, once so full of joy, now feels as if it is being torn apart. The gopis, their hearts heavy with a grief they could scarcely bear, Their tears, like glistening pearls, fell freely, each one a testament to their boundless love and impending loss. Radha, Krishna's beloved, stood apart, her eyes reflecting an ocean of sorrow. Her heart, intertwined with his in a bond beyond mortal understanding, shattered at the thought of separation.

રથ જોડી ને અકૃર આવ્યા રે

કે હા ઈ તો મારા દુખડા નો દેનાર હો રાજ

ગોકુળ વેહલેરા પધારજો રે

"the chariot is ready, akrur, the messenger of my sorrow, has arrived. my love please return to Gokul very soon"

As Akrur prepare the chariot for Krishna, every creak of the wheels sounds like a mournful cry. With each turn of the wheel, the distance grew. my tears too fall like rain. I cannot hold them back. "oh my kanha how will I live without you?" I clung to him. My hands are trembling. I tried pulling at the back of the chariot, others are begging him not to go and still more are holding the reins of the horses to try and prevent him from leaving. Even the trees and rivers seemed to pause in reverence and sorrow.

As lightning rends the sky, so did the sounds of Vrindavan echo with the cries of gopis, whose tears had socked the sacred land. I stood rooted, eyes fixed on the receding figure of my beloved. The sound of the flute, which had once filled my days with joy, now echoed in my hearts as a melancholic reminder of the love that once was and always would be.

ગોકુળ વેહલેરા પધારજો રે..

[shyamasundar]

I visited my Devī at Ambaji Temple where the panditji blessed me with Mataji's chunri. I feel like Devī has drowned me in the ocean of Her bliss. I found wishing to lose myself there, dedicating my life to serving my divine mother. She is truly sudhāsārābhi (varṣiṇī showering amṛta) 🌺

[shyamasundar]

The battle of feeling like Krishna's consort one moment and not even worthy of the dust on his lotus feet the next is never-ending.