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Krishna कृष्ण — Cosmic Enchanter
कृष्ण
Krishna
விஷத்தை நடனமாக்கியவர்
Painted rough on a weathered wall, the old victory is still being won — Krishna on the serpent's coils, turning poison into music. The street remembers what the temple remembers: that joy is how the divine defeats the dark. Hang him where the everyday world needs reminding. The song goes wherever the wall will hold it.
we are one — same blood
விஷத்தை நடனமாக்கியவர்
Rs. 300.00
कृष्ण
Krishna
மலைக்குடை
When the storm came to drown the village, Krishna lifted the whole of Mount Govardhan on a single finger and held it like a roof, and for seven days the people sheltered beneath it. He asked only that they trust him while the rain fell. Faith, the story says, is standing under the mountain. Hang him where your family takes shelter.
we are one — same blood
மலைக்குடை
Rs. 300.00
कृष्ण
Krishna
இருள் வந்தபோது
They sent fear to the cradle wearing a kindly face, and the infant met it without waking in terror — because what is truly divine cannot be poisoned. The story is fierce, but the lesson is tender: innocence is stronger than the things that hunt it. Hang this where a child sleeps, as a quiet shield.
we are one — same blood
இருள் வந்தபோது
Rs. 300.00
कृष्ण
Krishna
இரவு கடத்தல்
On the night he was born the world was not safe for him, and so he was carried — across a rising river, under a serpent's sheltering hood, out of the prison and into the dark. Even a god begins as a child who must be kept. The crossing teaches that love will carry what cannot yet walk. Hang it where a family keeps its young.
we are one — same blood
இரவு கடத்தல்
Rs. 300.00
कृष्ण
Krishna
முடிவில்லாத புடவை
When Draupadi was shamed before the whole court and no man rose to help her, she let go of her own pride and called only his name. And Krishna answered the way he always does — quietly, completely, without limit. The cloth simply did not end. Hang this where someone needs to remember: call, and you are never as alone as the room makes you feel.
we are one — same blood
முடிவில்லாத புடவை
Rs. 300.00
कृष्ण
Krishna
மேய்ச்சல் நிலத்தின் அதிபதி
Rain on the leaves, cows in the green, two cowherds and one eternal tune — this is Vrindavan, the world as it was meant to be. Krishna asks for nothing here but your company and your ear. Heaven, he shows us, was always a simple place. Hang him where you want the day to slow down.
we are one — same blood
மேய்ச்சல் நிலத்தின் அதிபதி
Rs. 300.00
कृष्ण
Krishna
நெருப்பில் சாட்சியாக
Even when the great hall burns and the age of kings ends in smoke, Krishna is there — not above the ruin but inside it, the steady eye at the centre of the storm. He does not always stop the fire; he walks people through it. When your own world is loud and breaking, remember who keeps watch in the flames.
we are one — same blood
நெருப்பில் சாட்சியாக
Rs. 300.00
कृष्ण
Krishna
அன்புக்குரிய முகம்
Look closely and Krishna is woven from everything that loves him — every thread, every jewel, every flower a devotee's thought made visible. The dark face turns aside, half-smiling, because the beloved is always a little out of reach. Devotion is the cloth he is cut from. Hang him where you keep what your heart keeps returning to.
we are one — same blood
அன்புக்குரிய முகம்
Rs. 300.00
कृष्ण
Krishna
இடையனின் இசை
Before he was a king or a charioteer, Krishna was a boy with a flute and a herd of cows. He stands in the old calendar pose, one foot crossed, the tune already begun, a calf resting at his feet because even the animals come to listen. This is divinity at its gentlest. Keep him where your home wants peace.
we are one — same blood
இடையனின் இசை
Rs. 300.00
कृष्ण
Krishna
பாடலின் நிறம்
When Krishna lifts the flute, the world forgets to stay still. Colour pours out of him — peacock blues, festival reds, the gold of a sound made visible. Joy, he reminds us, is not a quiet thing; it is loud and bright and meant to be seen. Hang him where you want the room to come alive.
we are one — same blood
பாடலின் நிறம்
Rs. 300.00
कृष्ण
Krishna
பழைய சுவரில் புல்லாங்குழல்
Paint cracks, walls weather, empires fall — and still the flute is heard. Here Krishna plays from a surface worn by time, proof that his song does not age with the plaster it is painted on. The melody that once called the cowherds is the same one calling now. Hang him where the old and the living meet.
we are one — same blood
பழைய சுவரில் புல்லாங்குழல்
Rs. 300.00
कृष्ण
Krishna
பாம்பின் மீது நடனம்
The river had turned to poison and the village despaired — so Krishna went down into the water and danced. Not a battle, a dance: each step on Kaliya's hoods a beat, until the serpent's venom became a rhythm and the river ran clean again. Some troubles are not fought; they are out-danced. Keep him where you face the thing in the water.
we are one — same blood
பாம்பின் மீது நடனம்
Rs. 300.00
कृष्ण
Krishna
The Cowherd's Tune
Before he was a king or a charioteer, Krishna was a boy with a flute and a herd of cows. He stands in the old calendar pose, one foot crossed, the tune already begun, a calf resting at his feet because even the animals come to listen. This is divinity at its gentlest. Keep him where your home wants peace.
we are one — same blood
The Cowherd's Tune
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कृष्ण
Krishna
The Child the Dark Came For
They sent fear to the cradle wearing a kindly face, and the infant met it without waking in terror — because what is truly divine cannot be poisoned. The story is fierce, but the lesson is tender: innocence is stronger than the things that hunt it. Hang this where a child sleeps, as a quiet shield.
we are one — same blood
The Child the Dark Came For
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The Child the Dark Came For
from Rs. 7,200.00
कृष्ण
Krishna
The Endless Sari
When Draupadi was shamed before the whole court and no man rose to help her, she let go of her own pride and called only his name. And Krishna answered the way he always does — quietly, completely, without limit. The cloth simply did not end. Hang this where someone needs to remember: call, and you are never as alone as the room makes you feel.
we are one — same blood
The Endless Sari
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The Endless Sari
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कृष्ण
Krishna
The Witness in the Fire
Even when the great hall burns and the age of kings ends in smoke, Krishna is there — not above the ruin but inside it, the steady eye at the centre of the storm. He does not always stop the fire; he walks people through it. When your own world is loud and breaking, remember who keeps watch in the flames.
we are one — same blood
The Witness in the Fire
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The Witness in the Fire
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कृष्ण
Krishna
The Mountain Umbrella
When the storm came to drown the village, Krishna lifted the whole of Mount Govardhan on a single finger and held it like a roof, and for seven days the people sheltered beneath it. He asked only that they trust him while the rain fell. Faith, the story says, is standing under the mountain. Hang him where your family takes shelter.
we are one — same blood
The Mountain Umbrella
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The Mountain Umbrella
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कृष्ण
Krishna
The Beloved's Face
Look closely and Krishna is woven from everything that loves him — every thread, every jewel, every flower a devotee's thought made visible. The dark face turns aside, half-smiling, because the beloved is always a little out of reach. Devotion is the cloth he is cut from. Hang him where you keep what your heart keeps returning to.
we are one — same blood
The Beloved's Face
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The Beloved's Face
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कृष्ण
Krishna
The Flute on the Old Wall
Paint cracks, walls weather, empires fall — and still the flute is heard. Here Krishna plays from a surface worn by time, proof that his song does not age with the plaster it is painted on. The melody that once called the cowherds is the same one calling now. Hang him where the old and the living meet.
we are one — same blood
The Flute on the Old Wall
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The Flute on the Old Wall
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कृष्ण
Krishna
Dance on the Serpent
The river had turned to poison and the village despaired — so Krishna went down into the water and danced. Not a battle, a dance: each step on Kaliya's hoods a beat, until the serpent's venom became a rhythm and the river ran clean again. Some troubles are not fought; they are out-danced. Keep him where you face the thing in the water.
we are one — same blood
Dance on the Serpent
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Dance on the Serpent
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कृष्ण
Krishna
The Colour of the Song
When Krishna lifts the flute, the world forgets to stay still. Colour pours out of him — peacock blues, festival reds, the gold of a sound made visible. Joy, he reminds us, is not a quiet thing; it is loud and bright and meant to be seen. Hang him where you want the room to come alive.
we are one — same blood
The Colour of the Song
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The Colour of the Song
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कृष्ण
Krishna
The Dance That Tamed the Poison
Painted rough on a weathered wall, the old victory is still being won — Krishna on the serpent's coils, turning poison into music. The street remembers what the temple remembers: that joy is how the divine defeats the dark. Hang him where the everyday world needs reminding. The song goes wherever the wall will hold it.
we are one — same blood
The Dance That Tamed the Poison
from Rs. 4,600.00
The Dance That Tamed the Poison
from Rs. 7,200.00
कृष्ण
Krishna
Lord of the Pasture
Rain on the leaves, cows in the green, two cowherds and one eternal tune — this is Vrindavan, the world as it was meant to be. Krishna asks for nothing here but your company and your ear. Heaven, he shows us, was always a simple place. Hang him where you want the day to slow down.
we are one — same blood
Lord of the Pasture
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Lord of the Pasture
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कृष्ण
Krishna
The Night Crossing
On the night he was born the world was not safe for him, and so he was carried — across a rising river, under a serpent's sheltering hood, out of the prison and into the dark. Even a god begins as a child who must be kept. The crossing teaches that love will carry what cannot yet walk. Hang it where a family keeps its young.
we are one — same blood
The Night Crossing
from Rs. 4,600.00
The Night Crossing
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