#krishna balram

[krishna-sangini]

Can't believe cartoons like 'Selfie with Bajrangi' and 'Little Singham' are going to be nostalgia for today's kids :)

[pleasantlysecretdream]

Can we talk about Balram please? That guy went along with all of his brother's leela. Imagine how frustrated he would be to see things going smooth and then hears a little snicker from Krishna and just knows that shit's about to go down.

[h0bg0blin-meat]

Krishna: *to the council* This year I lost my dear brother, Baldau 😞-

Balram, who has been sick and unable to attend the council for a few weeks: *from his chamber* QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I'M DEAD!

Krishna: Sometimes I can still hear his voice 😞

[jukti-torko-golpo]

Jagannath Balram Subhadra

I tried drawing in the Odia Patachitra style. I have newfound IMMENSE respect for Patuas now. I drew this digitally with the privilege of an undo button and symmetry tool. How do they manage far superior and intricate artworks on paper with limited scope of correction is beyond me.

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[hum-suffer]

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. Red and gold and orange, he often said they looked more like sunset than fire that poets called them.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. They grew in Dwarka by bunches. Against the green and brown of trees, they looked like waterfalls of the furnace, he said.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. He had planted his first plant of palash in the palace of Dwarka, he had watered it everyday after his sword practice.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. He fought ferociously against his grandfather, Vasudev, when he wanted to tear down his palash tree for the renovation of the palace.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. He hid in the branches of his palash tree when he ran from his mother. He stepped on his uncle, Krishna, and reached those heights with loud laughs. He watched his mother run around the tree as he hid.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. He wrapped them in leaves and took them to his father every time he was allowed to visit him. Arjun wore them in his hair proudly, said the flowers matched his ascetic clothes.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. When he was married, everyone who had seen him grow threw palash flowers on his head. He laughed when his aunt Revati claimed she specially ordered the flowers from Vidharbh for him, he knew she could possibly do it just for the ostentatious idea.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. Uttara wore the same colour as them the next day of their marriage. His aunt Rukmini and Elder mother Draupadi teased him red for it.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers. His uncle Balram gave him a new bow for the upcoming war. It had palash flowers carved at all seven joints.

Abhimanyu loved palash flowers.

His pyre burnt the same colour as them.

[incorrectmahabharatquotes]

Balram: This is not the time for your shenanigans!

Krishna: It was a single shenanigan. Technically more of a hijink.

[kanhapriya]

Yashoda: I know you snuck out last night, Kanha .

Balram: Play dumb!

Krishna : Who's Kanha?

Balram: NOT THAT DUMB!!!

[devimayi]

i imagine vrindavan to be chaotic and messy in the best way possible. krishna playing his flute means that everyone will stop whatever they are doing. radha and the sakhis constantly try to outwit this makhan chor but to no avail. every prank of theirs is reported by the parrots that krishna bribes feeds everyday for this entire purpose.

mother yashoda and nanda maharaj are doing their duties when krishna's elder brother balram rushes in, throwing accusations against krishna.

krishna refutes them and the parents share a fond look with each other while their mischevous children argue.

dwarka is no less chaotic, perhaps tempered by the maturity krishna shows. the makhan chor of braj remains with the people of vrindavan, gokul, barsana and only them. dwarka sees the dawn of yaduvanshi vāsudev shri krishna. a new leaf of the same flower of madhav.

[stardustkrishnaverse]

okay inspired by this post

🦚 MY HCS ABT HOW KRISHNA TEXTS 🦚

- sends you cheesy rizz like 'did it hurt when you fell from swarg 😩💘✨️' BUT IT WORKS EVERY TIME

- AND SOMETIMES ITS RLY SMOOTH FR

- sends outdated memes

- when you send meme spam he reacts to each one of them individually

- the most charming sweetheart texter ever

- wants all ur attention

- *sends cute couple activities or cafes* thought of you sakhi~ 🥰

- dramatic af

- also top quality advice for literally every life problem

- pvt snapchat story for gopis and gopas where kanha posts daily fit pics hahaha (he know its the 💅kanha thirst💅 grp fr lool)

-- > takes a selfie with radharani literally every time he sees her and posts it with caption 'RADHE ❤️'

-- > (leads to some rly funny candids of radharani 🤭🤭)

y/n: *sends cute pic of self*

krishna : *sends selfie of him swooning* caption: AAAAAAHHHHHHH MY HEARRTTTTT 😩😩😩😩😩😩🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵💘💘💘💘💘🫶🫶🫶🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💞💞💕💕💕💞💞😍😍😍😍💕💕💕💕💕💓💓💓💓💝💝💝💝💝

krishna : SAKHI IM DYING

y/n : OMG WHAT

y/n : KANHA???

y/n : ?????

y/n : WHERE R U

y/n : BALDAU DOESNT KNOW HWERE U ARE EITHER 😭😭😭

y/n : TELL ME IF UR OKAY

[10hrs later]

krishna : dying without ur love 😩👌

[left on seen]

krishna : SAKHI COME BACK

krishna : 🚨🚨🚨 DANCE PARTY DROP EVERYTHING NOW 🕺💃🪩 🚨🚨🚨

y/n : *sends a meme that's not even that funny tbh*

krishna: HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA

krishna : you're so funny sakhi~~

krishna : 🤣🤣😂😂

krishna : hey sakhi have u seen my flute anywhere i can't find itttt 😭😭😭😭

krishna : nvm it was in my dhoti waistband

krishna : silly me !

krishna : 😆

krishna : got worried for a sec !

- its all for the attention of his beloved sakhis 🥰

y/n : ...yknow u don't have to try so hard u already got me whipped 😂

BONUS BALARAM:

- literally everyones contact name for him is 'Dau'

- sophisticated texter, reacts to all ur msgs with 👍 emoji

- replies either the second u msg him or 5mins after with profuse apologies for late response

- daily hydration reminders

- daily bedtime reminders

- daily "Sorry, but have you seen Kanha anywhere?"

- "I have posted you some herbal tea and face masks. Take care of yourself, you deserve it!"

- will cook for u in exam szn

- 'Some positivity for your day 🥰' *sends 7 cat vids*

- on ur speed dial

- on everyones speed dial

[shyamasundar]

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.

[teaandsunlighttt]

Imagine a sitcom about Kanha, Balram, Subhadra and Arjun existing in the 21st century😭😭

[sofiamerliah]

Balram: Kanha, can you break it down simply for the mere mortals?

Krishna: *Sips Mango juice* Dau, Simplicity is not my Area. I operate on Divine Complexity.

Arjun: Yup! Just finished my 18-chapter crash course in existential crises 🥲

Draupadi: *Facepalms so hard it creates a new epic*

[aru-loves-krishnaxarjuna]

Arjuni: What are you going to do if Balram Dau forbids us to get married?

Arjuni: Because, apparently, Balram Dau said that he won't let us

Krishna: I will elope with you

Balram: Kanha I am just joking!

Krishna: well, I am not

Balaram: . . .

Arjuni:

Arjuni: Come on, let's run away

Krishna: Yea let's go

Balram: NO—

[latent-thoughts]

Balram: You follow no rules. You're a loose cannon, Kanha.

Krishna: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon maybe, but not loose.😏

Arjun: I think he plays by his own rules.

Subhadra: He thinks rules were made to be broken.

Balram: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon.🤷‍♂️

Krishna: No, I'm very precise in hitting my targets. Bheem is a loose cannon.

Bheem: *crashes through a door* Who called my name?

[h0bg0blin-meat]

Krishna: *in bed* Is drinking milk without turmeric un"haldi"?

Balaram: *yeets him off the bed*

[hum-suffer]

"You're my god." Said Kans, looking at the pregnant belly of his sister, looking at the future that was predicted to kill him. How bad must the child be, if it had the potential of killing him. A murderer. A god.

"You're my god." Whispered Vasudev as he kissed the forehead of an infant, who was covered in blood from his mother's womb still and yet smiled prettily at his father. He had saved him from rain and flood. A rescuer. A god.

"You're my god." Said Yashoda, cradling him in her arms, laughing and kissing his dusky cheeks. She held him close to her chest and somehow, she felt her heart align with every giggle he let out. An enchanter. A god.

"You're my god." Said Nand, as he ruffled his son's hair that curled in ringlets that shined even in darkness. Yashoda had told him of their son's miracles. Universe in his mouth. Somehow, beyond his love for her, Nand believed her. His played with his fingers. A hope. A god.

"You're my god." Said Radha, laughing as he bowed in front of her with flowers of different colours and scents. Tears dried whenever he appeared. She flourished with him, her becoming simply more. A flash of mischievous smiles, and she was his. A melody. A god.

"You're my god." Said Ugrasen. Bones and frail flesh scarring, hands shaking as he was held. Dusky and smooth skin contrasted every silver scar he had and blood returned to his fingers once more. He stained his grandson's yellow clothes with his blood. A healer. A god.

"You're my god." Smiled Rukmini, an open secret between the two of them, eyes shining with love that none could see but him. His hands held her feet and helped her up. He led her, homeward bound once more. Home wasn't a palace, home was at his side. A love. A god.

"You're my god." Said Sudama, tears glistening in his eyes as he gazed at the shredded skin of his friend's feet. Blood that rewrote everything that Sudama ever had been, blood that bled when words failed. A shelter. A god.

"You're my god." Said Arjun, meeting a cousin he never wished to part from, recently married and aching raw. Morals broken, vow forsaken. A hand held him up, a shoulder to lean on. A saviour. A god.

"You're my god." Said Yudhisthir as he knelt before a throne of his own, blood on his hands of those who lived before him. Blood stained hands washed the feet of the man who was the reason the throne was built. A kingmaker. A god.

"You're my god." Draupadi sobbed in his arms, bruises littering her face and arms, lip burst and forehead cut. At his feet, reverently cursing all and blessing him all the same. Lonely, inviting death with every word. A protector. A god.

"You're my god." Gandhari wailed, an accusation on her lips and tears coming to her throat. Blood dripped down her knuckles from where she had hit him fruitlessly. Her words, punctured and breaths shallow, all but dead. A killer. A god.

"You're my god." Balram tells him, calm and serene. So unlike everything they saw in their mortal lives. His clothes suffocate his skin almost beautifully and the sunset is something to watch. He's not watched the sunset since he was six, he thinks. He's not properly felt the sunset in this lifetime.

He smiles at his younger brother. The brother he was supposed to protect. The accusations still make ugly scars on his skin and Balram wants to accuse them all back for a moment. They never knew his god. None of them, except his Mata, knew his god. So serene, so calm, so wise, so innocent. His god is everything and anything and nothing at once.

They don't know what godhood is.

And as Balram leaves his body to return to his abode once more, he wishes they knew better. He wishes they didn't claim to know godhood or his god.

He waits to be reunited with his god and goddess again.