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Her eyes, adorned with garlands, her locks tied gracefully, her fingers wrapped around her lover’s arm — a scene of beauty where posture and glance sp...
Even among weapons and poison, some rare men radiate spiritual strength — for true ascetics can convert venom into nectar through inner fire.
O beloved, you offered me joy with your touch, even while taking it away — like Krishna leaving behind one pleasure while granting another.
With clouds above, dancing peacocks, and greenery below, nature turns festive — but the traveler is lost in wonder, unsure where to cast his gaze.
As thunder roars above and a distant beloved is out of reach, confusion and fear strike — is it divine medicine or a snake atop the sacred peak?
Amidst ritual trees, the priest slyly eyes the young bride under the guise of blessings — a sharp critique of hidden desires behind holy acts.
Beneath the tamala tree and the full autumn moon, the flute of Krishna plays — breaking social boundaries with melodies of love.
A large brick falls from above on a man’s head, like a heart shattered by unwanted contact with the unworthy — a metaphor for the pain of misplaced tr...
O wife, our daughter floats above me like a garland of swans — your grace echoes in her presence, circling back like the lotus stem to the same pond.
The cloth falling over her ample bosom like a flag of Kama himself signals desire's sovereignty — a stunning image of sensual dominance.
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