Sri Krishna Janmashtami

 Happy Janmashtami

In the quiet corners of the heart, where the echoes of eons linger, we find ourselves running. We turn from the dark-eyed lord, Krishna, telling ourselves it’s not time, not now, not here. We chase distractions like fireflies in the night, elusive and fleeting, whispering, "Anyone but You." Yet, in the stillness between breaths, His name stirs, unbidden, unrelenting.

For how long can we deny the truth we know? That in His smile lies the universe, in His gaze, our salvation. We stumble through lifetimes, but He waits—patient as the stars. When will we see Him as He is? Not a god of distance, but the heartbeat of our own soul.

Let this be the life where we stop running, where we face the truth we’ve hidden from. Let us turn to Him, not out of duty or fear, but out of love—pure, undeniable, and bright as the dawn. For in the end, it is not the world that holds us, but the one who created it. O Krishna, we surrender, at last, to You.