The Eternal Goddess

In the painting Krsna’s peacock feather is missing and so also his adornments. His hair is curled and his dhoti tied hastily around. Yamunaji is also not bedecked in finery. This moment shown in the painting is preceded by the story of love, yearning and passion between Krsna and Yamuna.

She arises, a luminous Goddess

Mesmerised by the Divine Flute

Lotus stems plucked from the depths

To entwine Her Lover

She offers her offering –

Her entire Self


Embalmed in His radiance

The Two are One and the One are Two

Their exquisite effulgence

Majestic, mystical, magical

Their passion and love infinite




The preceding episode leading to this culminating moment captured in the painting –

‘Awakening from deep sleep

An unknown flutter arose in His heart

He scrambled out of bed

The peacock feather stuck to His pillow…..forgotten,


A passion surged through His Being

Parting the curtains He saw the moon and the stars above

Determining it to be just before the midnight hour…

Scrambling to the door, His flute tucked in His gold-orange mul dhoti


He dashed out through the gate

Nimbly working His way through the sleepy village streets

And then reaching the outskirts, running swiftly amongst the trees, brushing the foliage aside.

He reached the River bank, standing still, hiding behind a bush.


Somewhere a heavy-eyed bird muttered

A water-creature plopped up and down

He waited, His pulse racing, His heart aflutter.

A passion unknown arising within His Being


And then,


She emerged from the dark, deep green water

Rising like a luminous sphinx, the River Goddess Yamuna!

Full-breasted, Her saree, ruby-red clinging onto Her sensuous form

Her hands clasping the choicest lotuses plucked from mid-stream


She felt Him close by, She could sense Him, smell His Divine presence

She stood still! Unsure of what was to come

A tingling erupted in every pore, a tremble waved through Her Being

Her eyes closed, Her breath held, She awaited!


He smiled, heaved a sigh, His heart abounding, pulsating with love, anticipation and joy

He then emerging from behind the bush –

Seated Himself on the highest rock, taking the Almighty’s seat

Gently pulling out His flute, put it to His lips, His movements, the epitome of grace!


Soulful, joyous, sensuous, rapturous….beyond imagination

The music of the flute wafted through the air….ripping it in a crescendo

Tearing it and then loving it, caressing it in tender embrace….

The sound; deep, penetrating seemed to come from nowhere yet enveloped the entire space


Yamuna, She stood transfixed, mesmerized, in sublime exquisite bliss

Oh what a sensation – unimagined! The enigma of Love unparalleled!

In this Divine moment, She savoured the experience of the

‘Rasanubhava of Love’ at the midnight hour!





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