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
=*=
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
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
tum ne pukaaraa aaur hum chale aaye
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