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The utterances of the empathetic soul wilt not under dry logic nor forced advice. They spring from the well of inner experience and move hearts throug...
He whose seven limbs are auspicious, Shiva Himself, stands as the protector of both divine and human calamities. In times of despair, his presence anc...
Leave the weary path beside the Godavari; look here — a blood-red ashoka tree, blooming where a despairing woman once stepped. Grief nourishes blossom...
Whether offering gifts, words of solace, division, or valor, timing is supreme. In guarding against evil, both righteous and cunning paths may hold va...
Gaze upon the moon — is it a deer falling from heaven, or nectar devoured by chakora birds? It scatters cooling rays like love offered by a ripened ma...
Is this upheaval from the royal maiden’s sorrow, moonlight’s flood, or thunder’s fury? Whatever it is, my life is hers — fulfilled in her grief or her...
When drunken pride floods hearts, only You, O Vishvambhara, can hold the cosmos together. None but the sun can cleanse the dark mess of night — none b...
With her face on his arm, cheek to cheek, thigh to thigh, her lotus-hand on his chest, the youthful lover sleeps — a scene of tranquil intimacy where ...
A discarded garland, like a worn cloth, loses its charm. So too a king deposed, however capable, becomes irrelevant — power’s worth lies in possession...
A courtesan, afraid of smudging her betel-stained lips, refrains from weeping for her dead patron. Even grief bows to vanity — the mask often outlasts...
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