[ON HOLD] A cold and hollow midnight sky engulfs you in every shadow of despair and dread. She, whose large copper eyes seek the surreal secrecy with wind caresses, cinders of moonlight, and wafts of stardust; never let it devour her. Subhadra's wings were wide open as she was flung into conspiracies against her own loved ones. She never looked down and continued on with her fate. She fought against the wrong, relishing every sliver of contentment. She was divine and eternal. However, she was as unaware of her serene aura as she was of the bleakness she suppressed! Plunge into her life's undiscovered moments; beware of her struggles, bliss, and melancholy. Cover credits: @bookishnxrd Blurb credits: @HoneySplxsh

Divine love of Hari & his beloved wife - Devi Rukmini ✨

"I left, I couldn't stay no more. They were all drunk. Some harsh words were passed on. Some insults were thrown. The next moment swords were unsheathed, the sharp metals sliced through kinsmen by kinsmen. The ground has been drenched with the Yadava blood." he uttered weakly, the lump in his throat forbidding him from further speech. She looked up at him, his eyes weary and distant. So that's how it was going to be, their bloodline was to be swept off in an intoxicated brawl. Her thin fingers found his cold ones, as she intertwined them, some of her warmth seeping into his being. "What about Dau?" "He went off, presumably into the woods, way before things got out of control." spoke the man of midnight skin, closing his eyes, "What about sister Revati?" "She was feeling out of sorts since the afternoon, so she retired for the day. She's been sleeping ever since." answered his queen, realization dawning upon her. The looked into each other's eyes in shock, the truth nowhere ready to settle. Krishna sat himself on the bedside table, his hands gripping the silken wood too hard. Rukmini sat down in front of him, pressing the edge of her saree on his forehead, wiping away the sheen of sweat that had collected. Warm tears cascaded down his cheeks, falling onto her drapes. Her free hand cupped his wet cheek, and he leaned into the touch. "It is time, Rukmini, it is time." On some fortunate days- #7 under Narayana #2 under Rukmini

A collection of poems for Krishna as well as writing about my feelings and thoughts, my experiences and memories.

"Lālasāmayī - desiring some perfectional stage. This desiring some perfectional stage in spiritual life is not sense gratification. When one realizes something of his/her constitutional relationship with God, he/she understands his/her original position and wants to be reinstated in this position, either as friend, servant, parent or conjugal lover of Kṛṣṇa, God. That is called lālasāmayī, or very eagerly desiring to go to one's natural position. This lālasāmayī stage of submission comes in the stage of perfect liberation, which is technically called svarūpa-siddhi, when the living entity understands, by perfect spiritual advancement and revelation, his/her original relationship with the Lord." This is a book of my own written poems as an offering to the Lord and His divine eternal associates. (Cover pic belongs to Madhavi Tuli on Insta) (Ranked #68 on 12/01/2017, #70 on 24/01/2017, #36 divine on 8/1/2019) (name credit goes to @Siddhesh900 )

Charumati, the heart of Krishna and the heartbeat of KrishnaAtmika Vaidharbhi Rukmini, is the chirpy little princess of Mokshapuri, the apple of everyone's eyes. She passed many hurdles in her life, but never knew there are more to come! These changed the little innocent naughty princess of Dwaraka to the most understanding, caring and strong warrior princess. ══════ ∘◦❁◦∘ ═══════ She loses her heart to the prince of Dwarka, Maharathi Kritavarma's son, Bali. How will she fulfil her love? How will her life be? ══════ ∘◦❁◦∘ ═══════ Read to know, the story of RukminiSutaa, PradyumnaAnujaa Charumati! Book 1 of Krishnātmajā Series Blurb by @JishnuPranaa ________ #1 in Bali out of 5.22k stories on 24 February

Lakshmi was known as the Goddess of Wealth. But she is so much more than that. She is the guiding light of the world. She is one of the many faces of AdhiParaSakthi. She is the universe and so much more. This is her life, her love, her struggles, her pain and how she overcomes it all. This is Lakshmi. A forgotten goddess and the legacy she left behind.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦. Krishna had guided the events and Arjun and his brothers, but what if this time, someone else took the commands in their own hands? The Jagatmata shed tears at the loss of her children. She couldn't bare to see them dead on the battlefied. So Narayan's priye decides to take matters in her own hands. After being cursed by an offended Maha Lakshmi bhakt, Narayan is cursed to stay away from his Chanchala, who has forgotten about him. Now the two will shape a new history of Mahabharat, while Narayan tries to get his priye to remember him. Once Narayani remembers, what will happen? 𝘑𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘒𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘑𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘬𝘢 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘢. -

❛ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. ❜ A collection of oneshots,twoshots and drabbles celebrating various bonds of eternal love and love alone! ● Title and banner credits~ @KamalaKaanthini ● Cover credits~ @Shyamkirang

How can she reap hope on a land where despair plants seeds of agony and sufferings? Whose destiny is written with the ink of misery, how can she rinse the stains with mirth? How can she put on the cloak of patience when life strips her out of it everytime? But how can faith abandon a body whose hands Krishna holds? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ How can misfortune eclipse a heart where Chandra glows? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ How can sorrow defeat a soul before which Arjun bows? "|| यत्र धर्मो धृतिः कान्तिः , यत्र हरिः श्री स्तथा मतिः ; यतो धर्म सततः कृष्णो , यतः कृष्णा स्ततो जय: ||" -संजय, भीष्म पर्व (XXIII) 'A bed of roses is only achieved after treading a path of thorns. And sometimes by the time you reach there, it is wilted.' I thus, invite you all to join me in this journey, where I take you to witness Mahabharat from the eyes of Chandraputri. ∆ The woman, whom even pessimism couldn't stand against. ∆ The one, who along with Yagyaseni bathed Kuruvansh in her blood and tears. ∆ The one, who fought the war of Kurukshetra alone in her heart. Started: 9/11/2020