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Women, tired from passion, lift and bend repeatedly, their waists loosened—displaying swinging motions that defeat even masculine strength in sensual ...
The hopes of the poor rise and fall, like the breasts of a widowed woman—emptied of fulfillment. A tragic metaphor for unfulfilled dreams.
The rainy season ends in beauty, but you move away like autumn—clear, cool, and distant. Peacocks, mad with rain, are now abandoned by the shining swo...
The god of love lifts the navel-curve with pearl-chains to bind the breasts together as if tying birds—delicate bondage of desire.
The buzzing bee, mad in love, sleeps even within tender buds—but the man who sleeps without his beloved, even in monsoon, is like a bull without horns...
The bees hum sweet songs upon lotus-dusted ponds at dawn, while the rising sun, cloaked in floral brilliance, kisses the eastern horizon like a youthf...
Symptoms like excessive wakefulness, fishy odor, and red discoloration suggest digestive disorders in a tree due to poor watering or damage. This is n...
Her body glows beside the serene lake, reflecting grace and radiance. The clear waters, unclouded and still, fail to obstruct her beauty. When element...
I wondered today why, among the ten avatars of Vishnu, your name is not the eleventh. But fearing the epic poet Vyasa, I dared not include you. This v...
From Bhavabhūti to Bāṇa to the refined feet of Śrīvākpati, the poetic path—once glorious—is now reopening. A revival of noble poetic tradition, purifi...
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