Sacred Collection
Agni अग्नि — God of Sacred Fire
अग्नि
Agni
সিংহাসনে দ্বিমুখী জ্যোতি
In the old raised-gold manner the two-faced god holds his court, the golden ram at his knee, a flame in his hand and the ritual all around him. This is the form the temples keep: the household fire honoured as a god, because that is exactly what it is. Hang him where the family gathers, and let the hearth be holy.
we are one — same blood
সিংহাসনে দ্বিমুখী জ্যোতি
Rs. 300.00
अग्नि
Agni
পবিত্র মেষের আরোহী
The ram carries Agni the way patience carries power — sure-footed, unhurried, through the flames that would frighten anything less. Fire that knows where it is going does not rage; it travels. Hang him where you want energy with a direction, heat that builds rather than burns.
we are one — same blood
পবিত্র মেষের আরোহী
Rs. 300.00
अग्नि
Agni
সোনার মেষের উপর দ্বিমুখী আগুন
Gold worked into gold, the two-faced god rides his ram through a field of quiet fire — one face for the giving warmth, one for the taking blaze, and a steady hand for both. To carry two truths at once and not be torn is its own kind of mastery. Hang him where you want the strength to hold opposite things gently.
we are one — same blood
সোনার মেষের উপর দ্বিমুখী আগুন
Rs. 300.00
अग्नि
Agni
দেবতাদের মুখ
They call Agni the mouth of the gods, because everything the heavens receive, they receive through fire. He strides the altar with the ladles raised, the go-between who carries a mortal word to an immortal ear. Hang him where you want to be heard, and speak into the flame.
we are one — same blood
দেবতাদের মুখ
Rs. 300.00
अग्नि
Agni
যজ্ঞের আগুন জ্বালিয়ে রাখা
No god stands here — only the altar alight, the ram keeping watch, the ladles and the yantra laid ready. A fire tended is a prayer that never stops praying; the sacred flame asks only that it not be let go out. Hang it where you keep your devotions, and let the small fire burn on through the night.
we are one — same blood
যজ্ঞের আগুন জ্বালিয়ে রাখা
Rs. 300.00
अग्नि
Agni
আহুতি দেওয়া
A priest kneels and tips the bowl, and the fire takes what is given — grain, ghee, a whispered hope. This is the oldest bargain humankind ever made with the divine: feed the flame, and the flame will carry your words. Hang this where you ask for something to be heard, and give a little to get it there.
we are one — same blood
আহুতি দেওয়া
Rs. 300.00
अग्नि
Agni
পবিত্র আগুনের রক্ষক
Red as the first ember, his hair a standing fire, Agni holds the axe and the torch and lets his ram stand quiet at his side. He is the oldest god and the youngest at once — older than the mountains, yet born new every time a flame is struck. Hang him where a light is lit each day, and let the old fire and the new be the same.
we are one — same blood
পবিত্র আগুনের রক্ষক
Rs. 300.00
अग्नि
Agni
স্বর্গে ওঠা আগুন
From the altar bowl the flame rises, and rising, it becomes a ladder of faces reaching for the sky. Whatever is offered to Agni does not burn away — it travels, carried upward to the gods who wait at the top of the fire. Nothing given in faith is ever truly lost. Hang him where you make your offerings, and trust them to rise.
we are one — same blood
স্বর্গে ওঠা আগুন
Rs. 300.00
अग्नि
Agni
দ্বিমুখী অগ্নিদেব
Agni wears two faces because fire itself is two things at once — the warmth that keeps a home and the blaze that can take it. He sits crowned upon his ram, calm in the middle of his own flame, asking only to be tended well. Respect fire and it feeds you; forget it and it forgets you. Hang him where a hearth is kept, and keep it with care.
we are one — same blood
দ্বিমুখী অগ্নিদেব
Rs. 300.00
अग्नि
Agni
পবিত্র আগুনকে খাওয়ানো
Quick and many-armed, Agni works the altar himself, ladle after ladle, because fire is not a thing that waits — it is tended or it dies. He is the priest who never tires, the one who turns every offering into light. Hang him where work is done with devotion, and let the doing itself be the prayer.
we are one — same blood
পবিত্র আগুনকে খাওয়ানো
Rs. 300.00
अग्नि
Agni
The Yajna Kept Burning
No god stands here — only the altar alight, the ram keeping watch, the ladles and the yantra laid ready. A fire tended is a prayer that never stops praying; the sacred flame asks only that it not be let go out. Hang it where you keep your devotions, and let the small fire burn on through the night.
we are one — same blood
The Yajna Kept Burning
from Rs. 4,600.00
The Yajna Kept Burning
from Rs. 7,200.00
अग्नि
Agni
The Two-Faced Lord of Fire
Agni wears two faces because fire itself is two things at once — the warmth that keeps a home and the blaze that can take it. He sits crowned upon his ram, calm in the middle of his own flame, asking only to be tended well. Respect fire and it feeds you; forget it and it forgets you. Hang him where a hearth is kept, and keep it with care.
we are one — same blood
The Two-Faced Lord of Fire
from Rs. 4,600.00
The Two-Faced Lord of Fire
from Rs. 7,200.00
अग्नि
Agni
The Mouth of the Gods
They call Agni the mouth of the gods, because everything the heavens receive, they receive through fire. He strides the altar with the ladles raised, the go-between who carries a mortal word to an immortal ear. Hang him where you want to be heard, and speak into the flame.
we are one — same blood
The Mouth of the Gods
from Rs. 4,600.00
The Mouth of the Gods
from Rs. 7,200.00
अग्नि
Agni
The Fire That Climbs to Heaven
From the altar bowl the flame rises, and rising, it becomes a ladder of faces reaching for the sky. Whatever is offered to Agni does not burn away — it travels, carried upward to the gods who wait at the top of the fire. Nothing given in faith is ever truly lost. Hang him where you make your offerings, and trust them to rise.
we are one — same blood
The Fire That Climbs to Heaven
from Rs. 7,200.00
The Fire That Climbs to Heaven
from Rs. 4,600.00
अग्नि
Agni
The Twin-Headed Flame Enthroned
In the old raised-gold manner the two-faced god holds his court, the golden ram at his knee, a flame in his hand and the ritual all around him. This is the form the temples keep: the household fire honoured as a god, because that is exactly what it is. Hang him where the family gathers, and let the hearth be holy.
we are one — same blood
The Twin-Headed Flame Enthroned
from Rs. 4,600.00
The Twin-Headed Flame Enthroned
from Rs. 7,200.00
अग्नि
Agni
Keeper of the Sacred Flame
Red as the first ember, his hair a standing fire, Agni holds the axe and the torch and lets his ram stand quiet at his side. He is the oldest god and the youngest at once — older than the mountains, yet born new every time a flame is struck. Hang him where a light is lit each day, and let the old fire and the new be the same.
we are one — same blood
Keeper of the Sacred Flame
from Rs. 4,600.00
Keeper of the Sacred Flame
from Rs. 7,200.00
अग्नि
Agni
The Twin Flame on the Golden Ram
Gold worked into gold, the two-faced god rides his ram through a field of quiet fire — one face for the giving warmth, one for the taking blaze, and a steady hand for both. To carry two truths at once and not be torn is its own kind of mastery. Hang him where you want the strength to hold opposite things gently.
we are one — same blood
The Twin Flame on the Golden Ram
from Rs. 4,600.00
The Twin Flame on the Golden Ram
from Rs. 7,200.00
अग्नि
Agni
Feeding the Sacred Fire
Quick and many-armed, Agni works the altar himself, ladle after ladle, because fire is not a thing that waits — it is tended or it dies. He is the priest who never tires, the one who turns every offering into light. Hang him where work is done with devotion, and let the doing itself be the prayer.
we are one — same blood
Feeding the Sacred Fire
from Rs. 4,600.00
Feeding the Sacred Fire
from Rs. 7,200.00
अग्नि
Agni
Rider of the Sacred Ram
The ram carries Agni the way patience carries power — sure-footed, unhurried, through the flames that would frighten anything less. Fire that knows where it is going does not rage; it travels. Hang him where you want energy with a direction, heat that builds rather than burns.
we are one — same blood
Rider of the Sacred Ram
from Rs. 4,600.00
Rider of the Sacred Ram
from Rs. 7,200.00
अग्नि
Agni
The Offering Poured
A priest kneels and tips the bowl, and the fire takes what is given — grain, ghee, a whispered hope. This is the oldest bargain humankind ever made with the divine: feed the flame, and the flame will carry your words. Hang this where you ask for something to be heard, and give a little to get it there.
we are one — same blood
The Offering Poured
from Rs. 4,600.00
The Offering Poured
from Rs. 7,200.00