Radha Krishna Quotes

At sunset, on the river ban, Krishna Loved her for the last time and left. . . That night in her husband's arms, Radha felt So dead that he asked, What is wrong, Do you mind my kisses, love? And she said, Not not at all, but thought, What is It to the corpse if the maggots nip?

Krishna means love," she said. "But Radha means longing. Longing is older than love. I am older than he. Did you know that, Sita?

I see You, Every time I look into Buddha’s eyes. I give myself to You. Every time I alter one of Your 1,000s names. Honestly & fully I love You. Through Christ and Maria, Shiva and Shakti, Krishna and Radha, With every day that passes and every breath I take. I enter gratitude for receiving Your Love. Obeying Your Laws of Truthfulness and Ahimsa, Weaving Prana With hearts and souls of Gaia. Through mysticism, shamanism, sufism, and ecstatic meditations. I yearn to touch You, to feel You, to be You. Within this amazing Journey of Awareness of Your Consciousness.

Tamara dil no atrupt prem , avyakta jhankhana ae radha. Sukhnu sapanu, milanni aaturta ae radha. raday ma feeling hase, to radha hase ane ae hase tyan hun!

Radha Krishna Krishna, Svayam Bhagavan, Avatar of Vishnu, play your flute for me beneath this parasol of stars, diadems bejeweling your eternal crown, and I will dance for you a joyous dance. Svayam Bhagavan, Avatar of Vishnu, visit your consort, Radha, mantled in the black of night, the cow-herd girl who has stolen your heart, and now the gopi has become the guru and awaits her lover with open arms. Svayam Bhagavan, Avatar of Vishnu, stay the night, and learn the love of Radha,shakti, her wifely love, the svakaya-rasa, her spiritual love, the parakiya-rasa, for immortality is a curse without both of these. Svayam Bhagavan, Avatar of Vishnu, return to heaven now for the cock has crowed and yet you linger, lazy in Radha’s bed. Even endless love must seek and end to repeat the joy of new beginnings. Return, Krishna, I beseech you, for my feet are weary of the dance and I have fields to plow and rice to plant.

Krishna: The night is late, the fair one timorous and fearful: When will she of the olifant gait be here? The path is filled with dreadful snakes, How many dangers do her path beset, and she with feet so tender! To the feet of Providence I trust her, Success attend the Beauty's tryst! The sky is black, the earth is sodden,—My heart is anxious for her danger. Heavy the darkness in every airt,—Her feet may slip, she cannot find the path: Her glance beguiles each living thing Lakshmī comes in human form!

takes the form of Draupadi, not his mother or his wife, but a distant relative, barely connected by blood or marriage. Draupadi cares for Krishna as Radha does, without expectations. And that is why Krishna always watches over her, even though he is not obliged to.

Radha and Krishna never met; they were always within each other.

Ok so Friday - Sukravar _ Holi _ Radha Krishna Leela _ Surya Namaskar

Krishna: The night is late, the fair one timorous and fearful: When will she of the olifant gait be here? The path is filled with dreadful snakes, How many dangers do her path beset, and she with feet so tender! To the feet of Providence I trust her, Success attend the Beauty's tryst! The sky is black, the earth is sodden,—My heart is anxious for her danger. Heavy the darkness in every airt,—Her feet may slip, she cannot find the path: Her glance beguiles each living thing Lakshmī comes in human form! Says Vidyāpati the poet:

Like melancholic face of ‘Radha’ due to the absence of ‘Krishna’, that evening was gloomy.

Krishna: Wheresoever her twin feet fall, A lotus-flower uplifts them: Wheresoever her body passes swaying, There is the lightning's undulation! Surpassing radiance that I beheld, Has made her seat amidst my heart: Wheresoever her eyes are opened, There are water-lilies seen! Wheresoever her light laugh rings, There very nectar sours in envy: Wheresoever fall her sidelong glances, Fly the myriads of Madan's arrows!

Did you know Radha still waits, impatient for you, in Vrindavana? Like a wraith beneath the trees, since you didn't say farewell.

Vishnu stories in the Ramayana, Bhagavata and Mahabharata reveal how he experiences birth, death and even heartbreak. Both Ram and Krishna display human emotions, yearning for the beloved. Though God, Ram cannot be with Sita, Krishna cannot be with Radha. Yet they do not turn bitter, angry or vengeful. They love unconditionally.

I know who visits your dream, Dark One. Say her name. Her smile streaks like lightning through clouds of sleep. Śyāma, she has nothing with which to repay you. Such impatience, bihaṅga! Don’t wake my sleeping Śyāma. And you, moon, pour down your cold milk on the sun’s too early fire.

Dawn is the hour when Radha and Krishna must depart from fucking deep inside the braj forest, back home, back to their duties. In their union, Krishna makes love, not war, gender dissolves masculine and feminine. His beloved Radha and the other cow-herding Gopi girls bring out a softer side of him than we see in the Bhagavad Gita with the warrior Arjuna. Krishna revealed himself; I suppose that’s the power of the feminine—it lets you closer to the softness of the Divine.

If Krishna can do masti Why can't Radha? All rights of Shiva Parvati should also get Women equalized... womanhood #Mickeymized!

The real cost Of Kurukshetra Was the moment When you disappeared Over the horizon At the end of our universe That moment When you looked back And couldn't see me When I strained my eyes But couldn't see you The monumental Incalculable Cost Of war Was an empty horizon. It always has been, Krishna.

Perhaps it was the Radha Parthasarathi in Anantapur, Andhra Pradesh that caught their eye: a vibrant temple built in the shape of a chariot and painted entirely in the dainty shade of watermelon-pink, complete with wheels and a quartet of colossal stallions that towered over its visitors. Or perhaps it was the Sri Sri Radha Parthasarathi Mandir in New Delhi that stopped them in their tracks: a stunning and sprawling complex dominated by lace-white pointed oval domes and embellished with wooden, marble, and stone lattice carvings, which houses the 1,764-pound Astounding Bhagavad Gita, the “largest principle sacred text ever to be printed.