Hanging Gardens of Bobby Alone.

cup of silver
in your golden hands,
pearly smile
in your beautiful eyes,
sparkling diamond statue
by my side,
to touch and embrace you
it is my pleasure.

whether your beautiful eyes
are fish or those of  deer ?
whether the sweet spilling from your lips
are fresh milk or intoxicating nectar ?
whether your cheeks which bears the seals of my kisses
are soft flowers or shining gold ?
pain or pleasure with love
who was trembling, you or me ?
shall i narrate further,
is it not pleasure to do so ?

beautiful lady gracefully walking ahead
holding her hand he is walking behind
what is the magic
that they stopped the passing time ?
what to say, after meeting 
 the speed at which they united !?
shall i narrate further,
is it not pleasure to do so ?
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Hanging Garden of  Babylon
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Holy Holi with Hilly Lily.

holi holi holi

auspicious song

lali lali lali

lali lali lali

my darling told the love story

hearing, it flowed like honey

and both the souls readily united.

bunches of flowers

forming pearly garlands;

seen your flowery smile

picked and gathered.

to meet in close proximity

and to embrace and enjoy

kisses with nectar

i gave in plenty

oh my beauty!

she received without spilling 

the sweet mangoes 

i held in my hands

like the soft jasmine ball to play

my heart will play on bed

there i will recite

our love song

on the banks of Ganga

while waiting for him

will he come ?

hold me in his hands ?

on the stage of white tides

while the lady is taking bath

with love, the heart is boiling

and desires to embrace

oh ! your eyes are piercing arrows

i like to become the golden deer

there on the top of the mountain peak

one snowy canopy

Oh, Radha ! there

celebration of love everyday !

holi holi holi

auspicious music

lali lali lali

lali lali lali

my darling told the love story

hearing it the honey flowed

and both the souls readily united.

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Rainbow Roses

Happy, colorful and Prosperous Holi

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juicy lips.

all the stones around

are not precious,

all other beauty do not equal 

the beauty of your reciting eyes.

all other words and lines

are not as musical as your words,

all other tastes are not as sweet

as your beautiful spilling juicy lips.

virgin tamil gave

the divine epic Thiruvasagam,

your sweet one word will turn 
the hard stone into tasty ripe fruit.

your fluttering twinkling eyes

always say yes yes

oh, your beautiful eyes !
is it not?

your nonexistant creepery hip

sway and convey no, no

oh, your lightning hip !

is it not?

Devi Sita as visualised

by poet Kamban,

is she not your mother ?

beautiful Sakuntala

seen by Kavi Kalidas,

is she not your daughter ?

are you not the same young lady,

graceful Amaravathi

loved and embraced by Ambikapathi ?

with the passing of time

for the great poets,

your beauty and grace

 will ever stand as inspiration.
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"Dancing Lady"

- by a painter without legs.
Rejoice.
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bubbling underwater kiss
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Love is not Time's Fool

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments. Love is not love

Which alters when it alteration finds,

Or bends with the remover to remove:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the star to every wandering bark,

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. 

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

                                                          (sonnet : 116)

                                              -William Shakespeare.

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kiss to kill

         

         i'm going to kill you

                i'm going to kill you

              by kissing you

                              i'm going to kill you,

         covering you with my sari,
             eliciting the talk our love 

     and by kissing you

               i'm going to kill you.

          like the hot sight of the sun

            falling on the cool moon,

                            if you and me see each other,
                                   if you and me see each other

                                             i'm sure to deliver ten children.

          no, i don't require 
                     any food or water;

                             with your thoughts

                                it is enough if i live;

                 with you

                                       this birth is enough

          i don't require gold or kingdom

                   it is enough your killer talk;
even if i die,

                                             my open eyes will search for you

           the fierce sea waves

                  may cross the shore;

                  in the heavy flood

                                     the village and the kingdom

                      may be drowned;

                                                     but nothing can drown our love.

            the fate may swing the sharp sword

 to kill and ground me,

                              but nothing can ground our love.

            in the inhabitable forest,

         you and me alone,

                               if you and me see each other,

                                            i'm sure to deliver ten children.

            i'm going to kill you

                    i'm going to kill you,

                                        by covering you with my sari

                          and by kissing you

                                 i'm going to kill you.

*****

Aravan:

Replication of epical  characters,

Nice sensuous song.

Enjoy.

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eyes to enjoy, hands to embrace you.

ayayao ! the joy
            in the heart starts 
                    
 hundred crore rainbows 
        conjoin alternatively;

                     in the showers of love, 
                          whole body drowns.

i don't know
          why that desire,
        come, come 
                          we will talk that story

ayayayo.., ayayayo..,
ayayayo..

the moment
                 when i first saw you
                  i fell in the water;
                        from that day i fell
                   i never got up
                                   but slowly dissolved.

please help me 
        to reach the shore
                          and hold me in your arms.
                  with soulful love
                         shall i also swim?

what i have seen is a part,
the rest you gave me
in my dreams.
     your soft touch
                  very hot to the heart.

ayayayo the joy
          in the heart starts.

 my eyes are to see you
and enjoy.
                             my hands are to touch you
                and embrace.
                                                  i'm very anxious to carry you
                          in my arms.

i'm thinking
               what for my legs ?
                                    to walk along with my love
                              i'm seeing the date !

to adorn with sinthoor
on your forehead,
           to increase the joy
                in the young heart,
                         shall i come slowly
              and give.

ayayayo! the joy
         in the heart starts.

hundred crore rainbows
conjoin alternatively.
       in the showers of love
            whole body drowns.

i don't know
               why that desire ?
           come, come
                             we'll talk that story !

ayayao....
*****
Review:
A good song from a good film (Kumki)
with nice picturization,
in natural forest locations.
Such films and efforts deserve an award at
National and International level.
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