Remember Krsna

Remember Krsna in happy times
Remember Krsna in bad times
Remember Krsna when at work
Remember Krsna when at home
Remember Krsna when flying by plane
Remember Krsna when you’re on lane
Remember Krsna when in bus
Remember Krsna when in Train
Remember Krsna when eating
Remember Krsna when sleeping
Remember Krsna if you're a householder
Remember Krsna if you're a bhramchari
Remember Krsna when breath in
Remember Krsna when breathe out
Remember Krsna at death
Remember Krsna All the time
Never forget Krsna that’s sastra’s Verdict
Then You will be with Krsna forever
In Goloka Vrindavan


By Nitai Prema Das

Days are Passing Bye

This is His Grace Radha Kunda Prabhu. Who has inspired me a lot in KC. I wish that i would always listen the nectarean pastimes of Sri Sri Radhika Madhav, and my special one.. Krsna meeting Gopa Kumar from him.

Sri Vrindavan Dham

Sri Vrindavan Dham
                   By His Grace Radha Kunda Prabhu (Disciple of His Divine Grace A C Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada)
 
Sri Vrindavan Dham
Home of Radhe Shyma !
Spiritual Atmosphere
Everyone has love here
Roaming holy cow
Get realization somehow
Of Radha Krsna Prema
Hiding in the name
Stop being a fool
Trying to enjoy the stool
Samsara isn't cool
Cuz here there's no jewel
Shining love of Goloka Dham
    found here in Vrindavan Dham
Get absorbed in Hari Nam
And please again Sri Radhe Syam !

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What does it mean to strive to serve Krsna.

A Poem for Srila Prabhupada(published in BTG 1996) By Kalakantha Dasa








You could have stayed in Vrindavan where chanting is most sweet,or moved to holy Navadvipin spiritual retreat.



Your godbrothers had temples therewith room enough for youto sit and preach each Gaura Purnimato a visitor or two.



You could have said: “It’s Krsna’s will -my visa was denied;
I may have failed but now I knowat least that I have tried.”

Your patron said you’d die abroad;your godbrother just scoffed; you could have said, “who’ll meet me at the boat,and guide me safely off?”

You could have had one look at usand said: “what have I done?”And caught the next boat back to home,unblamed by anyone.


“The westerners,” you could have said,“Can go to hell and stay.”Who would have disagreed with you?We were well on our way.


Instead you lay your final yearslike flowers at Krsna’s feet,Siddhanta’s smile your hidden guide,Thakura’s vision in reach.


Producing eighty volumesas you guided us along,You showed us how to cook Prasadand preach Lord Krsna’s song.


And as we preach, the boys and girlsfrom every land on earthcome forth to serve you, Prabhupada,renewed in second birth.


I could have been a doctor,had I but stay in school;might have made a couple of million,built a fancy house and pool.


I could have written novels,legislated laws and rules;I could have been a music star;I could have been just cool.


Instead I laid my youthful yearslike flowers at your feet;Malpooras caused my interest,samosas my defeat.


My dad said, “Son you’re brainwashed!”My friend said, “You’re a fool!”My shortfalls as Vaisnavanumbered many, victories few.


Reflecting on my bygone youth,(as at mid-life one is prone)I wouldn’t trade your glance for gold,your words for precious stones.


This morning on the japa trail,The northern star shone down;so fixed and true, it seemed like you,with devas circling round.


But dawn concealed that heavenly stageand lit a wintry scene,of all I am, and all you are,and all that lies between.

Prabhupada Kripastaka

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This is Prabhupada Kripastaka know to very few devotees and rarely available on the web. So I am posting it so devotees can appreciate what Srila Prabhupada has done for us

Srila Prabhupada-Kripastaka—offered on Vyasa-puja day, 1997 (Inspired verse-by-verse by the Gurv-astaka, by Srila Visvanatha Cakravarti Thakura)

1. Trapped within samsara’s all-devouring, blazing fire, We had no hope of rescue till, by Krishna’s strong desire, You boldly sailed across the sea to spread His Holy Name And teach the truths of bhakti so some souls would be reclaimed.

O Prabhupada, your mercy is my only treasure now; Unto your soothing lotus feet I bow.

2. Patiently you taught us how to chant the Holy Name, And how to dance, and how to sing, and what was life’s true aim. And thus you gave us Lord Caitanya’s teachings unalloyed, And saved us from the all-devouring Mayavadi void.

O Prabhupada, your mercy is my only treasure now; Unto your soothing lotus feet I bow.

3. When Krishna-bhakti spread and you had centers here and there, You introduced the worship of the Deities so fair. And soon throughout the world Their Lordships smiled upon your crew And nourished strong devotion to Themselves, and unto you.

O Prabhupada, your mercy is my only treasure now; Unto your soothing lotus feet I bow.

4. Prasadam was your special weapon, no one could resist; Once the Sunday Feast had started, no one could desist. Halva, sweet rice, crisp pakoras, subjis, puris, rice— With these and other preps you did our tongues and hearts entice.

O Prabhupada, your mercy is my only treasure now; Unto your soothing lotus feet I bow.

5. The books you showered down upon the masses and on us Taught scripture’s sacred essence: bhakti pure and nectarous. And while you wrote you relished Sri-Sri Radha-Krishna’s name And form and pastimes, qualities, and everlasting fame.

O Prabhupada, your mercy is my only treasure now; Unto your soothing lotus feet I bow.

6. While managing your ISKCON, with the whole world as your stage, Meeting, preaching, trav’ling like a man of half your age, You served Their Lordships Sri-Sri Radha-Krishna in your heart, Arranging for Their pastimes in Vrindavan’s secret part.

O Prabhupada, your mercy is my only treasure now; Unto your soothing lotus feet I bow.

7. “The guru is as good as God,” you said, and some were shocked. But you had simply quoted scripture: you did not concoct. And sure enough, for those who worship you as they would God, The path of bhakti opens wide and joyfully is trod.

O Prabhupada, your mercy is my only treasure now; Unto your soothing lotus feet I bow.

8. If you bestow your mercy, then Sri Krishna gives His too; But if your mercy’s lacking, then there’s nothing we can do. So every day we should reflect upon your life sublime And vow to serve you always with our body, words, and mind.

O Prabhupada, your mercy is my only treasure now; Unto your soothing lotus feet I bow.

9. I pray that my small hymn, though lacking literary worth, Presented on this day of your appearance on this earth, May find some favor both with you and with your devotees, Who hover ’round your lovely lotus feet like maddened bees.

O Prabhupada, I pray that you bestow your mercy now; Unto your soothing lotus feet I bow.

Special Note: This prayer is by H G Dravida Dasa.