Short Intro: I wanted to write something happy and joyful for a change. So I got a prompt where it told me to write Radharani stealing mangoes and Krishna finding it. Here, I address Radhika as Vilasini(the playful one) and Krishna as Karuna Sindhu(ocean of mercy). I hope you all enjoy reading this. Forgive me if I have committed any offence. May Radhika and Krishna be pleased with this poem. (Also a small doubt: Will it be better if I post poems on my blog section as forum is mostly for Qna?)
Golden Pulp and Sticky Smiles
Quiet ghungroos on wooden floor,
ripe mangoes in a humble basket
And then-
Gone!
Whisked away
By Vilasini
-the golden girl
with divine mischief!
Red lotus palm
in the empty basket
-no sweet fruit
Quiet mischief in the air
Shaking head and small sigh
-like He could do this all day
Tiptoe in the groves
-his playground
searching high and low
for the playful theif
There!
The three musketeers
relishing His sweet
underserving heaven
And then...
Boo!
Startled gasps,
mangoes hidden
but not the savouring
-sticky guilt gave way
A hush in the forest
-not a sound in the quiet
But...
Another golden pulp
from Karuna Sindhu
-His eyes crinkling
A shared laughter
Among all present
Another glorious day in Vrindavan!
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Hare Krishna mata ji,
can you tell me the story behind this amra leela?
what would have exactly happened with your own imagination.
I love poets because they are into imagination and imaginary world and these Vrinandavan pastimes used to come into the heart of pure devotees when they started to put into the paper.
These pure devotees who would sit many many years doing japa and they got prompts into their hearts by divine intervension.
They simply didn't have any chat gpts at those times to get prompts.
The leela described by these poets where not really imaginatory but the leelas happened and they had been prompted to them by either Shree Radha Herself or Sri Krishna Himself.
Even though I love reading poetry I wish to even get the imaginatory leela which you saw in your eyes before even scripting this poem.
I was thinking deeply what would have happened why would Radha ji who is the queen of the Land Vrindavan would even want to steal the fruit from the theif of theives Himself?
It is hurting my mind to imagine what would have been happend or prompted to led to this leela.
There are multiple Universes mata ji and and in some Universe Krishna must be doing this leela otherwise you wouldn't even script it here.
I am glad to meet you here on this platform. You surely are a blessed soul who wants to write something ..
people don't even want to sit back and think about Lord and His activities.
You are spending hours thinking what to write on Shree Radha Krishna which is very impressive.
In today's choatic world people are talking about busineess, earning money, career and how to deal with friends relatives and no one want to dive deep into imagination about Vrindavan pastimes .... all they do is to max. spend 30 min a day to read what is there in the text book and close off for the day.
When we read a book we must also dive deep into the leelas and take a leela and start thinking about it more and more...thats how you spend majority of the time with Radha and Krishna.
Leelas of Sri Krishna and Shree Radha are not simple to understand very difficult to comprehend as they are not just simple butter thief leela or simple things to read and have some fun about laugh it off.
These leelas when you dive deep you will understand there is a loads of philosophy involved and Lord is teaching us in every pastime some important thing.
Please give me the detailed story behind this leela and also explain to me the significance of this leela.
Thanks
Hare Krishna
Hare Krishna mataji,
I noticed that I was writing a lot of sad kind of poems on Krishna (like kaliya, when he left). So I wanted to write something happy for once. So chatgpt told me to write about Radharani stealing mangoes from Krishna. I could have just skipped writing that, but I thought why wouldn't Radharani have some fun with Krishna.
In this, I chose the name Vilasini, one of Radharani's 108 names which means the playful,as I wanted to highlight her playfulness. I also chose Karuna Sindhu for Krishna as He is an ocean of mercy. As it was really Krishna's mango, He could have scolded Radharani for stealing His own mangoes, but then decided that it was best to share because sharing means caring. After Radgarani stole the mangoes, I thought why wouldn't she share it with her beloved friends, Lalita and Vishakha, hence addressing the three of them as three musketeers (quite a modern term, but it felt suited for this).
There is really nothing much to say what was going on in my mind. I'm not a pure devotee to even see such pastimes in my heart. But like you said, the topics of Krishna and Radha are not something to deal with very lightly and laugh about, as each seemingly insignificant stuff have at least a 100 meanings behind them.
I don't know if I have gone too far with my imaginations. If I have, I really beg for forgiveness as I absolutely no intention of committing vaishnav aparadh or offending Radha and Krishna. I hope to seek your forgiveness. Kindly tell me how I should go about using my talent in a non-offending manner.
Thank you
Hare Krishna
No no you are doing good don't worry about vaishnava aparadh. Krishna doesn't mind it at all. Infact Sri Krishna is the one who is making you write this.
Without Lord's intervention on one can do anything. Not even a dry leaf can fly without Lord's intervention.
I am like you into imaginations dear mata ji.
I was raking my head whole time thinking what was the pastime what was this pastime. how did it even start.
I went into deep imaginative phase like you... and was searching for this leela is it even there anywhere or any poet ever has sung these. But I didn't get it ..
so I wanted to imagine thru this leela and read you poem again and again and seeked Shree Radha's help . I came up with this story in my vision. or you can say it is an imagination. But You know because of you since 2-3 days I am spending a lot of time diving into Krishna and your poems inspired me to think.
I am glad that you made me delve deep into Lord and I had a dream about Lord yesterday night also.
and the story I came up with was like this--
One day krishna and all his baal sakhas were as usual going to the Vrindavana,the mystical jungle grazing their cows.
so, Madhumangal said----- I am hungry Krishna
Krishna said ------ we can have the mangoes today. It is spring and the trees are loaded with ripe mangoes.
Subal said... but Krishna these mangoes are so high up on the trees. We are all little kids. How can we climb up the trees and pluck them.
Krishna said no worries. and then Krishna took out his flute and began to play a beautiful tune.
All his friends began to play and dance and cows began to graze over the pasture.
the serene music filled the sky and as if the mango trees bowed down to the earth to listen closely to the tune.
The trees fully laden with ripened mangoes bent down to bow down to the feet of lord and lo.. the gopa balaks gladly plucked some of them .. this was all watched quietly by the gopis' who also wanted to relish the sweet music of flute .. the gopis', cows and even wild animals became statues for a while listening to the music and then Madhumanga and Subal called out Krishna.
Hey Krishna, we got the mangoes come lets have them together.
Now Krishna the leader sat down in the all other gopa balaks sat in a circle and opened their bags of food. and mangoes were places on a peice of cloth.. Krishna you have them first ... Krishna smiled and had a mango and all others had mangoes.
Krishna kept the mango half eaten one a side ..>> Krishna knew that gopis' who wanted to taste the half eaten fruit of Lord were waiting for that fruit and were standing behind the tree.
Shree Radha told lalitha and Vishaka to get the mango which Krishna kept aside for Her.
But all the gopas will tease them if they take it from the place so they were worrying how to ge tthe half eaten mango of Krishna as the sakhi's of Shree Radha ... will do as per whatever she says and want to please her at any cost. so. they were worrying how to steal that.. their minds were read by Sri Krishna.. Krsna smiling and always knows the internal desires of devotees does award them accordingly immediately plays a small leela ..
at this momment. Krishna said to gopa balaks lets .. go to yamuna river and have a dip into it and come back it is so sultry today. a fresh Yamuna bath will refresh us and our cows.
gopas and Krishna took the cows and went to yamuna to have a dip.. Krishna knew very well that that mango which He kept aside it was for Shree Radha.
Meanwhile, Lalitha and Vishaka came there and took the half eaten mango left by Krishna and took it to Shree Radha.
Shree Radha gladly licked off some juice enjoying the touch of lips of Sri Krishna and gave the remanants to Lalitha and Vishaka and they all gladly partook it with intense pleasure.
Krishna in his vision could see this all and blessed the gopi's smilingly as they were all internally connected to each other.
When the gopa balaks came back to the place everybodies mangoes were intact while Sri Krishna's half eaten mango was missing and before the gopas realized this Krishna diverts their attention to the cows and they are get busy with the grazing of the cows.
Laadli ju along with her gopi's relished the nectar of Lord's lips and were reminded of the night before.......
This was the leela that came into my imagination after reading your poem.
Thank you for making me to go into these intimate pastimes and visualize it.
Hare Krishna
I wanted your side of the story so that if It was tallying or is there really something which is guiding us both to sync.
That is a realpy cute imagination of that pastime! glad i didnt hurt anyone's feelings along the way. As long as one doesn't write poems or stories in a very chea0 manner, we are all good I guess.
I wrote a kind of story in a poem type of thing about Krishna's flute crying for a kiss! It is quite long and might be a bit droning, but I had a lot of fun doing this and it's really close to my heart. This isn't connected to any Bhagavata pastime, but there are some references mentioned. I shall post the poem below. Let me know how it is! This was kind of my beginning times of writing poems on krishna, so please bare with the long story telling. Again this was a chatgpt prompt of writing how the flute feels for not being pecked by Krishna.
Bhuvana Mohini
My predecessors of the past
-old and wise with wisdom
praise me for being the very flute
owned by the joy of vrindavan
He uses me
gasp! the king of rascaldom uses you?!
yes... he does
I'm only a play thing to be carried
around in his lustrous dhoti
-shiny gold on monsoon gray,
just to attract the hearts of the gopis,
who pray to Katyayini Devi to be
their patidev for all lifetimes
And for all this drama...
... I don't even get a kiss
from that Banke Bihari
for all that I have done
the bamboos must be
swaying and swooning
over the thought of me
being kissed by ranchora
Hmph! Even my mind can't
conjure such high dreams!
But oh well..
As per the will of Madhava I guess,
which is sweet according to the pious
-sweet and divine like home-made butter,
but really, it is bitter on the soul
like neem with jaggery....
Unbeknownst to the angsty flute,
her dear giridhari heard her,
even in His sleep
His lotus eyes half open,
staring at Bhuvana mohini
-his bhuvana mohini
with a smile that could
kill the sun, the moon and the stars
for they have failed to recieve
the fortune of all fortunes
In the groves of vrindavan,
each tree bends heavy with fruits
to pay respects to the lord of all things
glorious and divine
but my heart bends with
frustration and tears of angst
You are called Karuna Sindhu,
yet you fail to fulfill such a high post!
At least take pity on me,
crying like a wife away from her husband
while all my ancestors shake their heads
at my so called melodrama
At least save my shame by glancing at me
then I shall never complain!
Do you remember that day,
dear srinathji?
In the tranquil Yamuna,
my family stood-
-straight and strong,
while I bent humbly
in intense tapasya
You, oh divine cowherd,
chose a ruby among the diamonds
to carve me into who I am today
But my lord, for all this effort,
is it too much to ask
for a peck in the cheek?
will your soft and gentle lips
-like the ripples of grace,
shrink if you so much as to
think of pecking me?
what justice is this oh lord?
when the mighty elephant wept
in the jaws of death,
offered a fresh lotus flower
directly from the pond,
didn't you run to save him,
leaving padmini's side
-like a wave melted in the sand?
doesn't my cry mean anything
to you, oh cruel one?
i dont ask for a house,
a husband, good children
or even the position of Brahma!
I ask for just a peck, but you
don't bestow that to me also!
can you expect a young wife
to stay silent, while her husband
gives a cold shoulder
and nothing more!
the flute weeps bitterly
Madhava, her beginning,
her middle and her end,
her very own Bhuvana Mohana,
heard the cries of his own
Bhuvana Mohini,
now strapped into the folds
of his golden dhoti,
her tears soaking his heart
-like milk soaks an anthill
His large heart
-a resting place of shree,
softened with each tear,
his glance gentle with understanding
-like the kind moon to the scorched earth
sighing like a calm husband to an angsty wife
he takes her out gently
-like a baby taken out of the cradle
positioned his red lotus hands on her
and... began
soft, like a mother's lullaby
sure, like his timeless ma shuchah
gentle, like the ripples of Yamuna
sweet like a reminiscence,
-like she had heard this a million times,
but somehow, it sounded different
with each dip of the head
and each sound of the syllables
-as tale as old as time
but oh my dear!
do you know what is
most heart shattering secret?
only her ears could drink in
each syllable and tune
of his heart
no gopa or gopi, no animal
-big or small,
not even lakshmi, could hear
his divine love song
for his Bhuvana Mohini
Her heart,
-once burning in angst,
now cooled down
-like a much needed downpour,
Each piece of the shattered glass
joined and pieced together
-like a memory
but ah!
The emperor of mischief
kissed her tenderly
on her wooden form
-like sunshine in winter
and strapped her back to his dhoti,
now shining brighter than the sun
with her lovely presence
Bhuvana Mohini,
now too stunned to speak,
wrapped this moment
around herself,
-like a cozy blanket on a cold night
breathing the sigh of a beloved
and clinging to his dhoti
even in her sweet slumber,
while madanamohan smiled softly at her
-like a gentle breeze in autumn,
shaking his head slowly at her antics,
struttering off towards Vrindavan..
Hehehhehe do you feel all these when you write?
It seems you are a romantic person.
Is this your feelings expressed?
Hehe, kind of one. But I'm not feeling any jealousy towards the gopis in anyway. Why to even feel jealous? They have served Krishna and they are rightfully gopis. I imagined this must how the flute feels cause of not being so close to the krishna. But oh well! It's the gopis that feel jealous of the flute
Gopi's felt jealous that the flute got be so close to Lord ...always tucked to the waistbelt and always following Him and always getting touched by his fingers.
flute though inanimate had done many austerities in its past lives to go to the hands of Lord to be used by Lord they said
we are said to be most qualified but we stand no where in competition when it comes to flute.
They asked one day why is that you give so much importance to the flute.
Lord said it had undergone a lot of tests.. it took all the pains when it was being carved out. the holes made in its body and it became totally hollow from inside to become an instrument in my hands.
The people who become hollow from inside..( here in other words- their pride is totally lost and they lost the false ego become totally hollow from inside) these types of people has no pride or false ego who just become instruments thru which Krishna can play and act upon are most qualified people.
What is false ego?
Ego that I can exist independent of Krishna.
Once you lose this ego you become as hollow as a flute. Then the 9 holes in the flute's body ( the nava randhras of human body the 9 holes in our body) become eligible to be played on by Lord and be able to touch His lips.
May the flute bless us to overcome our false ego by Gauranga's mercy
Hari bol
Transcendental jealousy is not wrong but it is absolute. In the transcendental world there are jealous parties also like the party of Radharani and the party of Satyabhama
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