#gopie

[achyutapriya]

Don't want no other shade of blue but you

[thegleamingmoon]

Beloved.

Chapter 1 - Meeting you.

🪷✨ ❛ In every world, my heart would bloom for you. In every moment, in every lifetime, amidst the stars and the endless ocean, in every heartbeat and whispered breeze, I would choose you always and forever. ❜ ✨🪷

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The golden rays of the early morning sun filtered through the intricate carvings of the Padmanabhaswamy Temple, casting a divine glow upon its magnificent structure. And there she was, draped in a simple yet elegant saree as she walked through the temple's corridors, her footsteps echoing softly against the ancient stone floors and like every other day, the air was fragrant with the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, as the devotees murmured their prayers, lost in their own worlds of devotion as the girl walked into the inner sanctum, where the majestic form of Lord Padmanabhan lay in eternal slumber.

"Dear lord, please look after the world like you always do. I pray for the good health of my family and dear ones. May you always be with them and keep them happy." This was what she usually prayed for. Nothing more, nothing less. But today was different, she had come here to seek solace in the divine presence of her beloved deity but she still felt restless for reasons unknown.

The strange sensation grew as she moved out from the sanctum to the temple premises, she felt as if someone was watching her. Turning around, her eyes met those of a man standing a few feet away. He was tall and handsome, with an aura of mystery surrounding him. His complexion, very much like the clouds filled with rain and eyes, deep and penetrating that seemed to hold the secrets of the universe.

"Namaskaram", he greeted her with a warm smile, his voice gentle and calming.

"Namaskaram," she replied, curiosity piqued by this stranger. "Are you new to the this place? I haven't seen you here before."

"Yes, I am new to this city." he said, his eyes twinkling with hidden knowledge. "I’m Aravind. May I know your name?"

"Bhadra. It's nice to meet you, sir", she replied and saw his smile grow wider, making his eyes twinkle with an emotion she couldn't comprehend.

"It's nice to meet you too, Bhadra. And we can drop the formalness." He said as she shyly giggled. It was sweet to hear her name in his beautiful voice. She thought, mentally facepalming to bring herself out of her mind. Something was really wrong with her today.

As they walked through the temple grounds, Bhadra found herself more intrigued, drawn into a conversation with Aravind. They talked about the temple, the city of Thiruvananthapuram, its history, and the legends that surrounded it. He spoke with a depth of understanding that left Bhadra in awe. Hours passed like minutes, and soon the sun began to set, casting an orange hue hue over the temple.

"What brings you here? And how do you know so much about this place?", Bhadra asked, unable to contain her curiosity.

Aravind smiled mysteriously. "Well, I have always been connected to this temple."

"Tell me about it." She looked deeper into his eyes, only to find a glimpse of her own secrets that were kept away from the world.

Bhadra lived a simple life, tending to the temple and helping those in need. She didn't remember a time when she was not insanely drawn to the deity. She had always looked up to the blue-hued god who slept on a thousand hooded serpent. She saw him in the vast sky, in her delusional thoughts, in the poetries she wrote, in the songs she sang and in almost everything she did.

She would dream of peacock feathers, moonlit nights and beautiful dense forests where gleamingly blurry visions of her beloved flute player would greet her with bliss and confusion. She would hold on to them to this day and maybe forever, without any expectations but just pure, boundless love that she had.

"Maybe those visions are trying to tell you something? You still get them don't you?"

That deep voice of Aravind broke her chain of thoughts as she looked up at him perplexed and maybe a little annoyed.

"Did you just read my mind?"

He just replied with a cheeky smile as he brought himself dangerously close to her, "Perhaps I just understand you better than anyone else, Bhadra. I have always done so." he gently whispered, only making her confusion grow.

"And I have always wanted to tell you that I love to hear you sing, even though you don't sing often. Your voice melts like honey into my ears. I can listen to it everyday." He looked into her eyes, his gaze intense and unwavering.

"How do you say that when you have never heard me sing? Who are you, Aravind?", she asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "You seem to know me in ways that no one else does."

He chuckled even as his eyes were moist, "Oh I have heard you countless times. You, my dearest, are much more than you think of yourself to be."

"What do you mean?"

"As much as I want to explain, I can't. He sighed wistfully. "It's sad, but I have to leave now. I will return soon, Bhadra. Until then, promise me you'll take care of yourself."

"Why?" She clearly didn't understand a thing. It didn't seem fair, or so she thought. This man had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, mysterious but familiar, only to say he’d disappear again, leaving her with countless questions. Yet, somehow, it all felt right. Despite not wanting him to leave, she could only hope that he would come back.

Adoring the curls that framed her soft features one last time, Aravind stepped back. "Until next time," he voiced, extending his hand. Bhadra grasped it firmly, losing herself in his eyes as she tearfully bid him goodbye.

"Moley," she heard her father's call and turned around. "I'm here, Appa," she yelled back, hearing his hasty steps as he reached her.

"I knew you'd be here," he said with a warm smile lighting up his kind eyes. "It will be dark soon. I want you to come home with me." He gently caressed her head, and she nodded in agreement.

"Are you okay, kanne? Were you talking to someone here?" He asked, concerned.

Bhadra turned to her side, only to find nobody there and smiled in despair and surprise. It all felt too real to be one of her delusions and too elusive to be reality. She wanted to tell her father about the mysterious person she met but she knew that it would be difficult for him or anyone to believe. So she chose to remain silent about everything that happened today.

"No, Appa. Let's go home" She replied as she followed her father on their way back home.

Today was different indeed.

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Moley/Kanne - a way to address a daughter or a little girl in Malayalam.

A/N - Wanted to write something like this for the longest time. This may have some cliche moments but this work by far, is the closest to my heart. And I may turn this into a series if y'all wish. So let's see. I hope you enjoy reading it <3

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[balkanparamo]

Vastra Haran ~ circa 1800 ~ “Gopies implore Krishna to give back the clothes he stole from them while they were bathing..” ~ artist unknown

[feldsparred-mo]

I forgot I NEEDed to post the Gosspack

[causticbibliophile]

dare you to upset me ab 😤

[krsnaradhika]

GOPIBLR LOOK AT THESE ✨

(Ignore my dry as hell palm) But I literally complained about not finding good peacock feather wale jhumkas yesterday to Kanhaai? And had this whole over thinking session about what if he's mad at me for some reason and hence not cooperating? And look at my man now? I AM SO MUCH IN LOVE—

[janaknandini-singh999]

One entity that epitomizes the purest form of selfless love (as enshrined in the Narad Bhakti Sutra) is Srimati Radharani. Many scriptural anecdotes highlight Radharani's supreme devotion to Lord Krishna.

In the luxurious palace of Dwarka, Sri Krishna was often seen sitting alone, absorbed in the memories of Radha. Irritated with His constant absorption, Sri Krishna's ashtabharyas (eight queens) asked why He kept calling out to Radha.

Murlidhar Krishna looked in the distance. With an enigmatic smile he answered 'Radha is param premrupa. She is my beloved Gopi.'

His honest response caused more anger and jealousy. His queen-consort Rukmini countered, 'Don't we love and take care of you, Nath? Why have you reserved such a coveted place for Gopisand Radha in your heart?"

'Time will tell' The ever mysterious Sri Krishna replied.

The very next day, He complained of a severe headache. The royal physician was called, but he could neither diagnose nor suggest a cure. Sri Krishna's pain persisted, Courtiers, queens, and the people of Dwarka were deeply concerned.

Day after day, sages and Vaidyas came with different remedies, but nothing could ease Sri Krishna's headache. Around this time, Devarishi Narada happened to pass by Dwarka. Sri Krishna confided to him that the only cure was smearing Krishna's head with dust from the feet of a devotee.

When Devarishi Narada informed everyone, they gasped. Sri Krishna's queens- Rukmini, Satyabhama, lambavati, Mitravinda, Bhadra, Lakshmana and the rest- looked in disbelief.

'We, place the dust of our feet on His head? Unthinkable, Devarishi. There cannot be a bigger sin than that. It is like putting our feet on our beloved Lord's head.' One by one, they refused.

Narada Muni got a similar response when he approached the people of Dwarka. They, too, could not bear the idea of placing the dust of their feet on their beloved

Krishna's head. Now, only one place left to go - Vrindavan

Devarisha Narada reached Vrindavan and met Radharani. She bowed down and enquired about Krishna's well-being.

On hearing about his persistent headache, she turned pale. Tears rose in her lotus-shaped eyes. Devarishi Narada could see her living Sri Krishna's pain there and then.

'There must be some remedy, Munivar.' She pleaded.

'There is. The only cure is to smear his head with the dust from his devotee's feet, 'said Devarishi Narada.

'Is that it?' Without wasting a moment, she bent down and scraped the ground around her feet. Clutching the mud and dust in her hands, she said, 'Here, Munivar. Please take this and go to Dwarka immediately. My Krishna suffers.'

'Devi, are you sure to send it? Dust from your feet for Lord Supreme? What if you have to go to Hell for this action?' Narada Muni warned

Radha Rani smiled. 'I care not for hell, Devarishi. I can bear anything but my dear Krishna's pain.'

Narada Muni carried the dust to Dwarka. As soon as it was smeared on Sri Krishna's forehead, His pain dissapeared. Such was Radharani's Vishuddh Prem (genuine and pure) which only knew how to 'give'.

The name Radha is derived from the Sanskrit word Aradhana, which means devotional worship. Gopis and Radharani (param Gopi) carried Krishna in their senses and life-breaths while performing their chores in the external world. With such surrender and devotion, they became one with Him.

[saanjhghafa]

Krishna, the all-attractive

[kaal-naagin]

शान्ताकारं भुजगशयनं पद्मनाभं सुरेशं

विश्वाधारं गगनसदृशं मेघवर्ण शुभाङ्गम् ।

लक्ष्मीकान्तं कमलनयनं योगिभिर्ध्यानगम्यम्

वन्दे विष्णुं भवभयहरं सर्वलोकैकनाथम् ॥

Shaanta-Aakaaram Bhujaga-Shayanam Padma-Naabham Sura-Iisham

Vishva-Aadhaaram Gagana-Sadrsham Megha-Varnna Shubha-Anggam|

Lakssmii-Kaantam Kamala-Nayanam Yogibhir-Dhyaana-Gamyam

Vande Vissnnum Bhava-Bhaya-Haram Sarva-Loka-Eka-Naatham ||

Meaning:

1: (Salutations to Sri Vishnu) Who has a Serene Appearance, Who Rests on a Serpent (Adisesha), Who has a Lotus on His Navel and Who is the Lord of the Devas,

2: Who Sustains the Universe, Who is Boundless and Infinite like the Sky, Whose Colour is like the Cloud (Bluish) and Who has a Beautiful and Auspicious Body,

3: Who is the Husband of Devi Lakshmi, Whose Eyes are like Lotus and Who is Attainable to the Yogis by Meditation,

4: Salutations to That Vishnu Who Removes the Fear of Worldly Existence and Who is the Lord of All the Lokas.

(Hare Krishna, I tried something new.Please give your valueable feedback)

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[starrmarr]

[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..

[achyutapriya]

🪷🦚˚∗:𝙊𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙍𝙪𝙠𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙆𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙣𝙖 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚. 𝙎𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙪𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩, 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙. 𝘼𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙆𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙣𝙖. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩. 𝙇𝙞𝙛𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩, 𝙬𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙡𝙖𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢 𝙤𝙛 𝙂𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙙𝙖, 𝙇𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙈𝙖𝙙𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙞𝙧𝙘𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨. 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙, 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙, 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙙𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙖𝙡𝙨˚∗: 🦚🪷

Source: Shrimad Bhagvatam Canto 10, chap 53

SUBH RUKMINI HARAN EKADASHI🪷

Rakhumai Rakhumai💗💗

[thegleamingmoon]

Radha, the sun drips gold across her skin, in her eyes, a deep pool of mystery. as the wind carries whispers of him, Krishna, woven in the rustle of leaves, in the call of the peacocks, in the hush before dusk, in her blissful self. She is the stillness in the storm, the yearning that knows no bounds, Her heart beats in rhythms only she can hear, a melody of love and longing, unanswered yet full, like the monsoon clouds filled with rain, waiting to fall, waiting to kiss the earth with surrender. She is not just a lover, not just a name carried on songs. She is the pause between breaths, the question wrapped in silence, a soul with an untold story. The world sees her devotion, but there is a quiet rebellion in her love— a love that dares to exist, beyond words, beyond promises. In her silence, the world hears her love, in her waiting, the universe finds its balance. she waits, not for return, not for assurance, but for the moment when the river and sky will merge and she will know she was always enough.

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[arjuna-vallabha]

Krishna with gopis, by Shammi Bannu Sharma, Rajasthan

[maintohthakgayibhaishaab]

Yah mom we're not kid is the

wake up Sid is the

[firefeelsfine]