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The world may seem beautiful without thought, but to the wise seeking truth, it lacks lasting value.
The flickering sun, like a serpent of time, plunges into the ocean—day ends in poetic melancholy.
This indeed is the blessed Pandava, suddenly shaken as Jishnu (Arjuna) is mounted by the unborn (Krishna)—a divine moment of awe.
The night’s lion (Sun) rises from mountain caves, tearing darkness with its red fangs—a vivid metaphor of dawn.
This self (ātmā) is directly the great ocean of virtues and gems, the all-knowing, all-seeing, omnipresent, supreme being, untouched by impurity. A ph...
The breeze of Malaya hills, gently swaying the mature sandalwood leaves, spreads delight to all beings. It suggests subtle grace and universal comfort...
This moon-faced beauty, flushed with desire, challenges the glowing red moon of dawn with her blushing hue—exuding passion and romance.
This naïve bee has abandoned the luscious mango blossoms and is now aimlessly following a dry, tasteless branch—an allegory on poor choices.
The moon rises with rays that seem to pierce the hearts of distressed koels, resembling nectar for the eyes of celestial women. Imagery of pain and be...
The moon rises, bathing the world in moonlight, its camphor-like whiteness glowing against the deep sky—evoking a serene, cleansing purity.
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