Oh King of Spring.

Oh, king of spring !
I'm that fragrant flower,

carrying sweet nectar.

My whole body your 

happy nation for ever.

Have you come to rain

and quench my thirst ?

Oh, my Angel !

Your soft feet,

they are white cotton clouds !

They turned like red sky,

when you descended 

and walked on earth !

Oh, my darling !

It is  lie, utter lie to say

the heaven is in sky.

All time and in every way,

you are the happy heaven 

and only mine.

The flowers adorning you forming

the colorful rainbow.

Oh, my dear !

It is time

to light the divine lamps 

in the temple of Lord;

And to recite 

the lovely sweet melodies.

Strong wave of thirst for ever,

and non-quenchable  burning fire 

all over my body.

Oh, white clouds!

Come, quickly come,

and sprinkle the nectar 

on the needy petals.

It is milky bath

in his towering temple,

to the Lord of  Love.

*****




Anangu kol, Aay Mayil kollo, Kananguzhai

Madhar kol : malum en nenju.
- Thirukural : 1081
=
Is she the exotic Angel from heaven,
or the Beautiful dancing peacock,
or the woman on earth in human form 
with dense cloudy hair-locks ?
- illusion in my desirous heart ! 
*

Lovely Jujubees.

செத்தா, வீரபற்றுடன், 

உக்கிர  சண்டை களத்திலே;

இல்லை, அழகி அவள் 

அன்பு  மடியிலே, காதல் களத்திலே .
=*= 
If at all to die,
Wish a patriotic valiant death,
In a fierce battle field;
Or, 
In her warm lap,
The exotic beauty with love she is,
 The perfect passionate love field

*
With her,
Joy drive to nearby 
Archaeological marvel 
at Mahabalipuram from Chennai,
Powerful two wheeler,
Sunday morning, road clear,
High flying speed.

Casuarina and Cashew groves,
En route on the road side
Fast disappearing;
She was on the pillion,
Happily giggling,
Holding me and tightly gripping.

Lovely jujubees 
On the golden pears
Pricking like spears, 
Acupuncture ? know not.
But pleasure with hi-Q treat,
And massaging the back,
And sensuously reaching my heart.

Her tight grip and hot hold 
Forming the erotic stimulant,
Made me to take diversion
To the mango grove
Near the roaring sea.

As the cuckoo was reciting 
From above the mango tree,
She was sitting there ,
And I was lying on her lap free;
Dangling nearby,
Ripe mangoes  with silky cover,
But her red sweet strawberry lips 
Taking the lead and inviting, "oh my dear".

Searching the landscape
Lonely, 
We boldly forgetting our self, 
 And finding the path
 To heaven on earth.
Happiness bubbling, 
 Ecstasy foaming,
And Resonance peaking,
Butterfly gathered honey 
From the fragrant flower ,
And in turn gifted  
The pollen blissfully, as ever !

Marvelous Mahabalipuram,
Yes, Golden statue,
Live painting,
Melodious Raga,
Dancing Apsara,
The Angel with me, 
what else !? 

The high tide 
Rising and sprinkling the blessings !
And embracing the shy low tide
In its love fold and overflow
Long on their sea shore ride !

Within my tight protective arm,
 She was playing the joy game,
And with the waves enjoying, 
As belonging matching our longing !
Shy watching cuckoo, her wings flapping,  
 In search of her mate, happily flying.
*****

Love 
in any form or norm,
quality and quantity,
is the bliss leading to heaven,
and fulfilling the purpose of life
*
HAPPY VALENTINE DAY