The Fall of Narakasura – From Darkness to Divine Light
Long ago, when the rhythm of dharma trembled under the weight of arrogance,
Was born a mighty asura — Narakasura, son of Bhudevi and Lord Varaha.
Blessed with power, beauty, and divine parentage,
He was meant to protect the Earth — but pride turned his heart to stone.
Seeking invincibility, he performed fierce penance to Lord Brahma,
And with folded hands, asked a boon:
“May I die only by the hands of my mother.”
Brahma, the granter of destiny, smiled gently and said,
“So be it.”
Believing himself immortal, Narakasura’s arrogance grew.
He conquered kingdoms, defeated gods, and darkened the skies with fear.
He even stole the radiant earrings of Aditi, mother of the Devas —
And worse, imprisoned sixteen thousand maidens from the heavens and earth,
Intending to make them his queens.
The cries of the helpless reached Vaikuntha.
The world prayed for deliverance — and the Lord heard.
The Divine Descent
Lord Krishna, with Devi Satyabhama, rode upon the golden Garuda,
Towards the shining gates of Bhogavati, Narakasura’s fortress of illusions.
The battle raged fierce — arrows flashing like lightning,
Conch shells echoing through heaven and earth.
But every weapon Krishna hurled returned in vain —
For no man could slay Narakasura.
At that moment, destiny stirred.
Satyabhama’s eyes blazed with divine remembrance.
She was none other than Bhudevi herself,
Reborn to fulfill the prophecy written by her own boon.
As Krishna smiled knowingly,
She drew her bow, her heart both mother and warrior —
And with one celestial arrow, ended Narakasura’s tyranny.
The Liberation of Darkness
Falling to the ground, Narakasura looked upon her —
Not with hate, but with awakening.
“Mother, you have come… to free me, not to destroy me.”
In his final breath, repentance replaced pride.
He bowed to Satyabhama and Krishna,
And his soul, released from the bondage of ego,
merged back into the light from which it came.
The Festival of Lights
The imprisoned maidens, trembling with relief,
were brought before Krishna. Seeing their despair and shame,
He promised them dignity — not pity.
To restore their honor, He accepted them as His consorts,
so no stain of society could shadow their name.
That day, darkness was conquered — not just on earth,
but within every heart that remembers it.
And thus, we light our lamps on Naraka Chaturdashi,
to celebrate the victory of light over darkness,
of humility over pride,
of divine compassion over destruction.
For where there is ignorance, let there be wisdom.
Where there is fear, let there be faith.
And where there is darkness — let there always be light.
