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Charles Frederic Goss The Redemption of David Corson

Literary Criticism
English
100200 Words
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The Redemption of David Corson written by Charles Frederic Goss. Published by INDIANAPOLIS THE BOWEN-MERREILL COMPANY PUBLISHERS. Copyright, 1900 by The Bowen-Merrill Company. Charles Frederic Goss was an American clergyman and author. His 1900 novel The Redemption of David Corson was a best selling book of that year. He also edited and partly authored a series of volumes on the history of Cincinnati. "This other Eden, demi-paradise, this fortress built by nature." —Richard II. Hidden away in this worn and care-encumbered world, scarred with its frequent traces of a primeval curse, are spots so quiet and beautiful as to make the fall of man seem incredible, and awaken in the breast of the weary traveler who comes suddenly upon them, a vague and dear delusion that he has stumbled into Paradise. Such an Eden existed in the extreme western part of Ohio in the spring of eighteen hundred and forty-nine. It was a valley surrounded by wooded hills and threaded by a noisy brook which hastily made its way, as if upon some errand of immense importance, down to the big Miami not many miles distant. A road cut through a vast and solemn forest led into the valley, and entering as if by a corridor and through the open portal of a temple, the traveler saw a white farm-house nestling beneath a mighty hackberry tree whose wide-reaching arms sheltered it from summer sun and winter wind. A deep, wide lawn of bluegrass lay in front, and a garden of flowers, fragrant and brilliant, on its southern side. Stretching away into the background was the farm newly carved out of the wilderness, but already in a high state of cultivation. All those influences which stir the deepest emotion of the heart were silently operating here—quiet, order, beauty, power, life. It affected one to enter it unprepared in much the same way, only with a greater variety and richness of emotion, as to push through dense brush and suddenly behold a mountain lake upon whose bosom there is not so much as a ripple, and in whose silver mirror surrounding forests, flying water-fowl and the bright disk of the sun are perfectly reflected. [more]

Keywords: The Redemption of David Corson, Charles Frederic Goss

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Julia M. Sloane The Smiling Hill-Top And Other California Sketches

Fiction
English
26956 Words
Ages 18 and up
2
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The following sketches are entirely informal. They do not cover the subject of Southern California in any way. In fact, they contain no information whatever, either about the missions or history--a little, perhaps, about the climate and the fruits and flowers of the earth, but that has crept in more or less unavoidably. They are the record of what happened to happen to a fairly light-hearted family who left New England in search of rest and health. There are six of us, two grown-ups, two boys, and two dogs. We came for a year and, like many another family, have taken root for all our days--or so it seems now. The reactions of more or less temperamental people, suddenly transplanted from a rigorous climate to sunshine and the beauty and abundance of life in Southern California, perhaps give a too highly colored picture, so please make allowance for the bounce of the ball. I mean to be quite fair. It doesn't rain from May to October, but when it does, it can rain in a way to make Noah feel entirely at home. Unfortunately, that is when so many of our visitors come--in February! They catch bad colds, the roses aren't in bloom, and altogether they feel that they have been basely deceived. We rarely have thunder-storms, or at least anything you could dignify by that name, but we do have horrid little shaky earthquakes. We don't have mosquitoes in hordes, such as the Jersey coast provides, but we do sometimes come home and hear what sounds like a cosy tea-kettle in the courtyard, whereupon the defender of the family reaches for his gun and there is one rattlesnake less to dread. On our hill-top there are quantities of wild creatures--quail, rabbits, doves, and ground squirrels and, unfortunately, a number of social outcasts. Never shall I forget an epic incident in our history--the head of the family in pajamas at dawn, in mortal combat with a small black-and-white creature, chasing it through the cloisters with the garden hose. Oh, yes, there is plenty of adventure still left, even though we don't have to cross the prairies in a wagon. People who know California and love it, I hope may enjoy comparing notes with me. People who have never been here and who vaguely think of it as a happy hunting-ground for lame ducks and black sheep, I should like to tempt across the Rockies that they might see how much more it is than that. It may be a lotus land to some, to many it truly seems the promised land. [more]

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Erno Fischer, Robert Gruber HdW-B 014: Entführt

Die Bände 42 bis 44 hier in einem Buch zusammengefasst!

Science Fiction
German
36608 Words
Ages 14 and up
125
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HdW-B 014: Entführt Erno Fischer und Robert Gruber: „Das Ende einer Galaxie – und das Geheimnis von Baldagor-3“ Die mächtigste Frau aller Zeiten - in der Gewalt eines Außerirdischen? John Willard, der Diener des Sternenvogts, des Herrn der Welten, erfährt, daß der Sternenvogt einst ein... Mensch gewesen ist mit Namen Professor Richard Spencer. Und der Sternenvogt läßt ihn virtuell Zeuge davon werden, was damals mit ihm geschah. Im Rahmen verrückter Experimente verschlug es ihn in eine andere - eine offensichtlich jenseitige! - Welt. Er nennt sie Mikro, aber es handelt sich um nichts anderes als den Hyperraum, dem er sich physisch und psychisch anzupassen vermag. Bei seiner Rückkehr... ist er kein Mensch mehr und erreicht somit eine Art Vorstufe zum Sternenvogt.Dann kommt die Begegnung des Veränderten mit dem Außerirdischen, den einst seine menschlichen Freunde Sosch nannten: Soschnyz-Baschraz-Som, der zu diesem Zeitpunkt kein sterbliches Wesen mehr ist.Und John Willard erfährt rückblickend, was in der Zeit geschah, als Richard Spencer bereits in der jenseitigen Welt, im Hyperraum, weilte, den er persönlich Mikro nannte: Als wäre John mit einer Zeitmaschine über eine Million Jahre in die Vergangenheit gereist, wird er unmittelbar Zeuge davon, was damals geschah. Unter anderem wird Ernestine Devil, offiziell nur bekannt als die Schwarze Lady, weil sie persönliche Eigentümerin der Schwarzen Garden ist, von Sosch entführt. Und das hat einen gewichtigen Grund, obwohl sich die Schwarze Lady zunächst zur Wehr setzt.Sie muß rasch erkennen, daß sie keine Chance zur Flucht hat, und ergibt sich scheinbar einsichtig in ihr ungewisses Schicksal... ________________________________________ Die Bände 42 bis 44 hier in einem Buch zusammengefasst! Titelbild: Gerhard Börnsen Coverhintergrund: Anistasus. ________________________________________ eBooks – sozusagen direkt von der Quelle, nämlich vom Erfinder des eBooks! www.HARY-PRODUCTION.de brachte nämlich bereits im August 1986 die ersten eBooks auf den Markt – auf Diskette. Damals hat alles begonnen – ausgerechnet mit STAR GATE, der ursprünglichen Originalserie (Schwesterserie von Gaarson-Gate!), wie es sie inzwischen auch als Hörbuchserie gibt. [more]

Keywords: Science Fiction, SciFi, SF, Fantastik, Phantastik, fantastisch, Herr der Welten

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Erno Fischer HERR DER WELTEN 042: Entführt

„Die mächtigste Frau aller Zeiten - in der Gewalt eines Außerirdischen!"

Science Fiction
German
14887 Words
Ages 14 and up
143
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HERR DER WELTEN 042: Entführt - Erno Fischer: „Die mächtigste Frau aller Zeiten - in der Gewalt eines Außerirdischen!" John Willard, der Diener des Sternenvogts, des Herrn der Welten, erfährt, daß der Sternenvogt einst ein... Mensch gewesen ist mit Namen Professor Richard Spencer. Und der Sternenvogt läßt ihn virtuell Zeuge davon werden, was damals mit ihm geschah. Im Rahmen verrückter Experimente verschlug es ihn in eine andere - eine offensichtlich jenseitige! - Welt. Er nennt sie Mikro, aber es handelt sich um nichts anderes als den Hyperraum, dem er sich physisch und psychisch anzupassen vermag. Bei seiner Rückkehr... ist er kein Mensch mehr und erreicht somit eine Art Vorstufe zum Sternenvogt. Dann kommt die Begegnung des Veränderten mit dem Außerirdischen, den einst seine menschlichen Freunde Sosch nannten: Soschnyz-Baschraz-Som, der zu diesem Zeitpunkt kein sterbliches Wesen mehr ist. Und John Willard erfährt rückblickend, was in der Zeit geschah, als Richard Spencer bereits in der jenseitigen Welt, im Hyperraum, weilte, den er persönlich Mikro nannte: Als wäre John mit einer Zeitmaschine über eine Million Jahre in die Vergangenheit gereist, wird er unmittelbar Zeuge davon, was damals geschah. Unter anderem wird Ernestine Devil, offiziell nur bekannt als die Schwarze Lady, weil sie persönliche Eigentümerin der Schwarzen Garden ist, von Sosch entführt. Und das hat einen gewichtigen Grund, obwohl sich die Schwarze Lady zunächst zur Wehr setzt. Sie muß rasch erkennen, daß sie keine Chance zur Flucht hat… Alle Titelbilder: Gerhard Börnsen! Impressum: ISSN 1614-3302 * Copyright neu 2014 by HARY-PRODUCTION * Canadastraße 30 * D-66482 Zweibrücken * Telefon: 06332 48 11 50 * www.HARY-PRODUCTION.de Coverhintergrundgestaltung: Anistasius eBooks – sozusagen direkt von der Quelle, nämlich vom Erfinder des eBooks! www.HARY-PRODUCTION.de brachte nämlich bereits im August 1986 die ersten eBooks auf den Markt – auf Diskette. Damals hat alles begonnen – ausgerechnet mit STAR GATE, der ursprünglichen Originalserie, wie es sie inzwischen auch als Hörbuchserie gibt. Der Autor Wilfried A. Hary auf Wikipedia: http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilfried_A._Hary [more]

Keywords: Science Fiction, SciFi, SF, Fantastik, Phantastik, fantastisch, Herr der Welten

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Erno Fischer HERR DER WELTEN 043: Das Ende einer Galaxis

„Die Kangrahs waren ein hochentwickeltes Volk - aber in ihrer Sturheit zerstörten sie alles!"

Science Fiction
German
11476 Words
Ages 14 and up
129
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HERR DER WELTEN 043: Das Ende einer Galaxis - Erno Fischer: „Die Kangrahs waren ein hochentwickeltes Volk - aber in ihrer Sturheit zerstörten sie alles!" John Willard, der Diener des Sternenvogts, des Herrn der Welten, erfährt, daß der Sternenvogt einst ein... Mensch gewesen ist mit Namen Professor Richard Spencer. Und der Sternenvogt läßt ihn virtuell Zeuge davon werden, was damals mit ihm geschah. Im Rahmen verrückter Experimente verschlug es ihn in eine andere - eine offensichtlich jenseitige! - Welt. Er nennt sie Mikro, aber es handelt sich um nichts anderes als den Hyperraum, dem er sich physisch und psychisch anzupassen beginnt. Bei seiner Rückkehr... ist er kein Mensch mehr und erreicht somit eine Art Vorstufe zum Sternenvogt. Dann kommt die Begegnung des Veränderten mit dem Außerirdischen, den einst seine menschlichen Freunde Sosch nannten: Soschnyz-Baschraz-Som, der zu diesem Zeitpunkt kein sterbliches Wesen mehr ist. Und John Willard erfährt rückblickend, was in der Zeit geschah, als Richard Spencer bereits in der jenseitigen Welt, im Hyperraum, weilte, den er persönlich Mikro nannte: Als wäre John mit einer Zeitmaschine über eine Million Jahre in die Vergangenheit gereist, wird er unmittelbar Zeuge davon, was damals geschah. Unter anderem wird Ernestine Devil, offiziell nur bekannt als die Schwarze Lady, weil sie persönliche Eigentümerin der Schwarzen Garden ist, von Sosch entführt. Und das hat einen gewichtigen Grund: Sosch zeigt ihr eine sterbende Galaxis! Schuld an der schrecklichsten Katastrophe aller Zeiten war das Volk der Kangrahs... Impressum: ISSN 1614-3302 * Copyright neu 2014 by HARY-PRODUCTION * Canadastraße 30 * D-66482 Zweibrücken * Telefon: 06332 48 11 50 * www.HARY-PRODUCTION.de Alle Titelbilder: Gerhard Börnsen! Coverhintergrundgestaltung: Anistasius eBooks – sozusagen direkt von der Quelle, nämlich vom Erfinder des eBooks! www.HARY-PRODUCTION.de brachte nämlich bereits im August 1986 die ersten eBooks auf den Markt – auf Diskette. Damals hat alles begonnen – ausgerechnet mit STAR GATE, der ursprünglichen Originalserie, wie es sie inzwischen auch als Hörbuchserie gibt. Der Autor Wilfried A. Hary auf Wikipedia: http://de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wilfried_A._Hary [more]

Keywords: Science Fiction, SciFi, SF, Fantastik, Phantastik, fantastisch, Herr der Welten

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BS Murthy Sundara Kãnda: Hanuman's Odyssey

Religion
English
40926 Words
Ages 16 and up
693
3

WhileMahabharata's Bhagvad-Gita is taken as a philosophical guide, Ramayana's Sundara Kãnda is sought for spiritual solace; many believe that reading Sundara Kãnda or hearing it recited would remove all hurdles and usher in good tidings! Miracles apart, it's in the nature of Sundara Kãnda to inculcate fortitude and generate hope in man for it’s a depiction of how Hanuman goes about his errand against all odds. Besides, it portrays how Seetha, on the verge of self-immolation, overcomes despair to see life in a new light? With rhythm of its verse and the flow of the narrative this sloka to sloka transcreation of the canto beautiful of Valmiki's adi kavya - the foremost poetical composition in the world, Hanuman's Odyssey that paves the way for Rama to rescue his kidnapped wife is bound to charm the readers and listeners alike. Interestingly, as the following verse illustrates, it was the forerunner of the magic realism of our times – “Gripped she then him by shadow / Cast which Hanuman coast to coast, Recalled he in dismay then / What Sugreev said at outset / That one fiend had aptitude / To grip its prey by mere shadow.” On a personal note, my paternal grandfather, Bulusu Thimmaiah-garu, like many in his time, was a life-long practitioner of Sundara Kãnda parayana (the epic’s daily recital in part or full), whose spirituality could have providentially guided me in this, rather an effortless, trans-creative endeavour. Cantos of the Kanda 1 - Hurdles in Skies 2 - City in Clouds 3 - Prelude to Entry 4 - Foray into Fort 5 - Life in Lanka 6 - Precincts to Beat 7 - Palace in the Plane 8 - Pushpak’s Prowess 9 - Harem at Night 10 - Women in Want 11 - Qualms of Celibate 12 - At Wits End 13 - Errand in the Bend 14 - Garden of Grief 15 - Withered Flower 16 - She is Seetha 17 - Guards all Hideous 18 - Ravan on Heat 19 - Dame in Despair 20 - Womanizer at Work 21 - Steadfast in Love 22 - Deadline to Death 23 - Guards that Pander 24 - Carrot and Stick 25 - Hapless Soul 26 - Wandering Thoughts 27 - Dream of a Nightmare 28 - On the Verge 29 - Good Tidings 30 - Hanuman’s Dilemma 31 - Rama’s Ballad 32 - Is it True? 33 - Genesis of Exile 34 - Swings in Mood 35 - Winning the Trust 36 - More of the Same 37 - Aborted Move 38 - Story to Tell 39 - Doubts to the Fore 40 - Repeats the Dose 41 - Rampage in the Park 42 - Panic in the Town 43 -Itching for Fight 44 -Takes on Prahastha’s Son 45 - Marshals in the Mire 46 - Generals in the Dumps 47 - Akshay’s Life on Line 48 - It takes Indrajit 49 - Ravan’s Darbar 50 - Cause of Loss 51 - Advice to Deliver 52- Placates the Sibling 53 - Tail on Fire 54 - Arson to Hurt 55 - What of Seetha? 56 - Havoc of a Take-off 57 - Flight sans Hassles 58 - Odyssey in a Nutshell 59 - Pep Talk to Peers 60 - Angad on Rebound 61 - Eying the Madhuvan 62 - Orgy in the Garden 63 - Sugreev’s Reading 64 - Return of the Platoon 65 - News in Brief 66 - Tears in Torrents 67 - Hanuman’s Replay 68 - Times of Hope Yuddha Kanda: War on Ravan 01- Embrace of a Gift 02- Coronation and After [more]

Keywords: Indian mythology, Ramayana, Sundara Kanda, Rama's story, Lanka, Hanuman, Sita's captivity, Sanskrit Classics, Religion, Hinduism, Hindu mythology, Sanskrit epics, Hindu epics, Indian epics, Valmiki, Rama, Sita, Ravana, epic poetry, epic verse, epic Indian verse, epic Hindu verse, verse, Indian verse, Religion and Spirituality [more][Less]

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Kiki XoXo The Elementals #2

Malevolent Forces

Romance
English
71789 Words
Ages 10 and up
2237
47

Lyra is finally coming to terms with her new life in Caswan with the West family. She is learning her duties, on how to be a princess and even a queen. Thayer and her are going along the right path, for their wedding, which is planned for next month. It's when an invitation in the mail, for Edmund Holt's funeral (AKA The King of Spridge) arrives in Caswan, that things take a turn for the worst. Going back home to Spridge means, Lyra, will have to see her family, friends, and Elijah, after all the time she has spent ignoring them. Trying to forget about her soul mate and friends. Once Lyra and the West family arrive back in Spriddge, trouble stirs again. And Lyra realizes there is a dark evil at work in home land, and the queen is causing it all. Taking a deep breath I stand up gripping Thayer's hand we find our way out of the garden. Walking through the castle I smile at all the good memories, and it make my heart ache more. Before we actually go to the throne room where everything is being held I show him to the study, where I was almost killed the first time. I explain that day to him, telling him everything even Tatum. Thayer and Tatum are actually friends! "You're going to see her today." I hear Rashell's voice, and I look to the door. It's wide open! "Yes, I know Rashell." I hear his voice, and my breath is taken away. "Remember though, you are to cause no harm to her or her Fiancé." "Only if you stay away from the girl, Elijah." Rashell replies. "Lyra is engaged, Rashell with your orders. She probably wont even let me near her." He says. "If I see you even talking to her Elijah, you know what will happen." Rashell warns. Their voices getting closer and closer. "Lyra will die, and I'll make you watch." "I wont let that happen." he says just as they become visible though the door. Thayer is gripping my hand, now obviously listening. I never told him about Elijah, I don't know how much of this is making since to him. "I love her." he says. My heart rate speeds and I know he will sense me here. "I don't care!" Rashell pushes him against the wall. "You are not aloud to even look at her! Got it?" She hisses. "Yes, my queen." He replies still calm and collected. "Good, now lets go say goodbye to my husband." she smiles. Then they disappear down the hall. "Care to explain." Thayer asks, and I gulp. God, my life is on the line here! I squeeze Thayer, wishing Chase wouldn't have found me again. [more]

Keywords: love, vampire, prince, princess, marriage, elemental, powers, castle, war, evil, friends, family, death, funeral, travel, lies, fight, trust, raven, queen, hurt [more][Less]

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Israel Medina The Battle With Shadows

Can you fight it?

Fiction
English
2271 Words
No Age Recommendation
304
1

It was a lovely spring morning with snow still on the ground and birds in the trees. None of this was noticed by Robbie Clayton however. Robbie was 12; he was an average height for his age. He had green eyes with hair as brown as an oak tree. He loved plants. He spent much time in the family garden. He had a very green thumb. He thought back to the time when he had once been planting some seeds. His mother had come in and chuckled slightly, “What?” asked Robbie. His mother had smiled “Those are bird seeds.” His mother had said. “I know,” Charlie responded “I am going to plant a bird tree.” His mother had laughed; so had his father and Charlie. But they encouraged him to try. They stopped laughing however, when next week, there was a little bright colored shrub growing right were the seeds had been. Charlie chuckled; right now however, he had to get back to his brother Charlie. Charlie was 14 and very skilled in their families “art”. You see, their entire family is made up of magicians. Their mom and dad were away in Florida on a business retreat. Robbie had missed them at first, but had really been enjoying his time with Charlie. Right now Robbie was heading home to show Charlie that he had finally figured out how to use his powers. He had been at the park, and on sudden instinct he snapped his fingers. Nothing happened. I don’t just mean nothing special; I mean nothing at all, not even sound. Robbie looked down at the ground and did it again. Then again and again and again. He did it over and over then slowly he began to notice a small shrub starting to sprout at his feet. This was what he had waited for all his life. It was a sign of what type of magician he would be. He couldn’t wait to get back to his brother and tell him he was an arbolist. His brother was a skilled pyrotonic. Robbie ran down the road barely even remembering to turn onto his street. By the time he got to his house he was over flowing with excitement. He knew Charlie would be proud. As soon as he got home he ran inside and shouted for Charlie. He waited but no one answered. The he heard people talking in Charlie’s room. He ran to the door, but stopped feeling a sudden urgent need for stealth. He put his head against the door crack and watched. He saw Charlie talking to a man in black. Charlie was five foot eleven, and had dark red hair. He was wearing his favorite brown leather jacket that went down to his heels. The other man was wearing a black jacket that resembled Charlie’s and a pair of dark sunglasses. Robbie listened closer to hear what they were saying. The man started talking “you know why I have come”. “I would never join you, I would sooner die” said Charlie. “You would waste your life, but would you waste your brothers?” “You can’t bring my brother into this. You know the rules as well as I do. You can’t bring a mortal into the affairs of magicians... “Unless they make themselves a willing part. Yes I know. But I also know that your brother isn’t a mortal, is he?” the man questioned. “He is until he has his powers.” Charlie countered. “Don’t kid with me, you can tell as well as I can that he has learned the art of plant manipulation.” The man stated. “But he’s just a child…” “He is age twelve which is all he has to be to be accounted in a magician affair.” Flames seemed to light in Charlie’s eyes. “You shall not pursue him” said Charlie. The man smiled “I won’t have to.” He waved his hand slightly and the door opened. It was so sudden that Robbie fell in to the room. He quickly ran over to Charlie. He thought his brother must be very brave to stand up to this man who seemed to radiate death. Robbie could tell right away that the man was practiced in necromancy, the art of the dead. [more]

Keywords: magic, shadows, battle, with, the, Robbie, Charlie, Shawn

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Original:Perugu.Ramakrishna Flemingo

Translation:Jagadhaatri

Poetry
English
3399 Words
No Age Recommendation
670
3

FLEMINGO..(lONG POEM ON MIGRATED BIRDS) Time is infinite Time is a canoe Time is a winged dove Time is desert silence Time is the rumble of the oceans Time is the showering rain droplet It is the tremor of the heart Time is the lingo of history Time is an eternal test A non stop journey is time A ceased path is time Time is life Time is a flow Time is death Time is the opportune right Time is a tide Time is the breath Time is invisible Time is tangible Time is a scene of beauty The breath of an atom is time The tune of an iota is time Time is the play of life and death Time is the envoy of peace and terror There is no shore that the time has not touched And no ray of light untouched by time Time is the manifestation of the ancient Brahman The modern interpretation of duty is time Time is earthly and heaven Time is eternal Time is the river of life Life is a journey In the stream of time! (2) Journey Is a feature of instability The flow A lively spirit Flower voyages Pollinated From flower to flower The bird travels As love From shore to shore As a lineage Procreation Is the maternal instinct And desire for procreation Is the essence of the expansion of the soul Copulation Is it only pertaining to the man alone? Justice in creation Flourishes in plural Many rain droplets do make a rain Umpteen leaves do make a tree Millions of cells do make one creation Loneliness is not the trait of the world Embossing fetus in the ovum The bird blows the warmth of breath The cosmic universe is Perceived in totality by the inner eye (3) Every move is a journey Every death is a journey Every birth is a voyage Flight is the winning spirit of the migrating birds The effort of the ocean of love Is to procreate As the oceans run With the feet of waves As the air flows In wavy winds As life continues With the unending breaths As the world rounds in Non stop news In wings and wings Do fly and arrive these birds The creatures with passion and patience Thousands of kilometers of restless journey To the destination afar In search of wonderlands A partly witness of the Irrepressible instinct The soaring birds flying Like hunks of the rainbow Like the seven colored sankranthi(pongal rangoli) The flowing sea of the bird flock Floats on the treasures of the blue oceans The jingling song of the migrating birds Is a travel A stopover A sojourn A libido All are the traces of the moving time…. (4) The bird is the Infinite freedom with sprouted wings The eyes filled with a fear And a shiver As the soldier of the border forces The bird is a being, all time alert Onlooker with a quest It is the bird that Smears a mosaic of colors To the ends of the wings And tips of the tails The bird is the one Which casts net and Catches hold of the Jet velocity And the splendor of winds In the moment of hunger It is the bird that Surgically operates the available food And feeds on it as a fork Welcoming a dawn The bird is the Wake up call To the society Crossing a cold night Slivering the foggy morn With its beak Flying fast with its legs apart Runs the bird in prey hunt Testing the air contaminated From the farthest branch Of a tall tree It is the bird that removes the pollution On a sunny afternoon On a choicest water meadow It is the bird that Jumps and thumps And somersaults Playing water khabaddi Fluttering the body Dries its wings Measuring the distance of thousands of miles It is the migrating bird That carries The history of the other side of the world To the culture this side And the race of that land To this generation here The bird is the flying goddess of passion A flying message of peace Completing the journeys By the twilight of dusk Gathering near the tree It is the bird that gets ready for a chorus concert It is the bird that reflects The mynahs of poesy Gandharvas (divine singers) of music And the doyens of music Hunger, sleep, love, and passion Are similar to all the living beings Between birth and death Birds too have relations They are not promiscuous Birds too have a social life They do not know social betrayal The bird that unfolds its broad wings of vast feels Seldom knows selfishness It does not contract with narrow mindedness To the lady bird That sits over in hatching With all balance and patience The snacks of Pulicot Brought tucked in the bags beneath its nose Is fed in pecks and perks by the male The bird is beyond jealousy and hatred To the villagers who saved it from Any one shooting a bullet The bird as a good Samaritan in ardent gratitude, Makes the land fertile with its drops Gifting a three times crop and leaves the land The bird must be a role model for the man..!! For sincerity and commitment And discipline. (5) Exodus is an unending journey Migration an age old fete When the hues of life’s backdrop change Exodus is a weapon When the clouds anger Making scarce a droplet of rain The village turns an exodus To the anna datha (farmer) The farmer’s life turns a coolie Exodus transports a generation Exodus changes the way of life At times migration in life Encircles as a whirl pool At times drowns as a typhoon It makes you travel out to the continents For the sake of the tiny belly There is no race and no religion The hunger’s language is universal It may sojourn over anywhere Will make you do anything Stretches its hand until the belly is filled From a dark continent On to the dais of light From an icy country To the warm place Builds the bridge of the seasons (6) The pelicans moving on the wings of time The flamingos that ram in the air car The Painted storks flown in like kites Fluttering on the Konkanai Sails of the waves are the black cranes As the ambassadors of many countries Have taken part in the international conference The nature is all over colorful messages of love All the festivals of love of the bird tourists Are happily celebrated by the youth On all the branches of the land are the happy resorts In whichever village lost is the eye It is the hustle of the moving colorful dreams Are the goods of the empires of Manmadha(god of love) The secrets of Mithuna rasi(Zodiac sign pertaining to love) The hundred puzzles of the colorful flying boats All over the Pulicot lake is the congregation of romantic heroes All over the sky of Pulicot are the airs of emotions Each bird is a hoisted flag of poesy The colorful parrot is a short poem of dreams The dark legged crane that has soiled its feet in the dirt of darkness Washes them in the blue Pulicot The myriad colored sea-parrot Dives into the waters as the water drawing pulley Alone a great sage Stands on single foot in penance When in the shades of waters narayani(heron) appears He chants the manthra of gutakayaswaha(i.e. to swallow it) Folding its wings to the sides of time Gudaswami(the paddy bird or pond heron) Takes thrice a dip in the Pulitheertham(name of a place) As if thousands of women Are stilled as a picture In the postures of classical Indian dances On the dais are the postures of the imitating flamingos The everlasting fight of the usurpers for the water treasure And for the enticing damsels As if the Nelapattu has blown the snake charm Every now and then they journey to the home Naughty kids being the waves, Floating are the winged boats The structure that has turned The Pralaya Kaveri(stormy Kaveri) Into pranaya Saveri(lovable Saveri(a raga)) In the radiant jugalbandi of the jalatharangini Is the passionate shower of dazzling ragas As soon as it dawns in Pulicot Spreading the colorful carpet Entwining the hues of spring and winter Flows as a soaring garden of blooms Watering the mouth of the awaiting sea. (7) The bird guests under the boundless skies Are the messiahs of universal brotherhood The romantic tales carried over by the great poets The Manmadhas(gods of love) who well knew the secrets of love Lovers they are, who have left their family and place With an ardent desire to beget off springs Though in the size of a seed, but vast are their hearts Their eyes are like lamps without wicks To spread light is their message To perceive life is their philosophy Life is a penance Life is radiance Life is a dawn Life is providence Life a tune of the creation From generation to generation pervades life From earth to heaven is the debate of puranas Life is an eternal stream of time! The birds are the flags hoisted by the King of time!! (8) There – On each branch is a concert In each nestle, a sonata Every tree a cluster of myriad hues A bird fete all over the lands Chirps and tickles Coos and laughs Many a confluences of umpteen springs of ragas Many a sum of joy With the exciting songs of the round eyed ones The climate is delighted In the highways of power filled skies A colorful dream unfolds The milky-way Turns a rosy hued stream In the time of saran navarathri Saphari Theerdham(name of a place) Relaxes in the conference of arts The banjara(wagabond) birds that have come Croon the songs of coos They spread out the treasure troves of love Onto the nest of the worlds To the noises of the love making birds All the stars peer down to the earth The ways of love of the romantic hearts Breathe out the passions in loneliness Stretching his hands of rays, sun of the dawn Applies henna in stealth Unfolding the doors of their hearts The blooms color themselves in serenity Color is the manifestation of spirit of life! The lands that were not greeted till the day before Today are, the life of the birds summit The trees that were faded till the day before Are today the strings played veenas Thousands of flute songs of Krishna Now the morns of Nelapattu Are the wavy streams of sweet melodies Now the evenings of Nelapattu Are the springs of songs of the elixir of love A pelican tucks in its lover Into the nestle of its wings A painted stork nearing it Woos its beloved with its long snout The sabari crane in the tune of passion Loses himself to the sweet song of its lady love Turning its body into breath the wood pecker Smears all over the body of its heart throb Not only the floods of milky bosoms But the ardor of sperm too flows In the great yagna of the Santhana Lakshmi(the goddess of children) Millions of lives are dawned (9) Not only the Devakakulu But all the birds are the ancient kith and kin! All our visiting birds are Manvanthara purandharas!(the age old lords of Heaven) We assume the Bulbul to be an alien When have we seen it as a peace monger? We feel the blind crane as the evil spirit Have we ever counted it as the Charioteer of virtue? Though the python is black in color It is as good hearted as the dark lord (Lord Krishna) All the beautiful dances of the red breast are The festoons of light of the happy family ways In the life rituals of the branches Pour in the fuel of lively smiles In the bright journey of procreation, both the branches Ignite the lights of new radiances Numerous tales of love, umpteen loves Each branch is the cottage of Vathsayana(the author of Kama Sutra) Every nestle is a sound of music No creation, no rains, no destruction No progress of the world is possible without the family life Children are to the man, seeds of time And the ovum is the radiance of dynamism for the bird From the seed the tree and from the tree the seed Is the first step to the world’s progress To the yagna(ritual sacrifice) of the migrating birds The flourishing Kadapa tree is the dais The tree is the green flag hoisted by the nature The tree is the comfort to the exhausted mankind To the alien birds that crossed the oceans The tree is the temple of conjugal bliss To the on spreading bird dynasties The tree is the temple of the secret of creation (10) Time is always an open book All are open truths that are snuggled into it Time is a teacher that seldom taught anything to anyone Time is the emissary that tells every one everything The foreign birds are the prophets of yoga of life They are the bosom friends that do not know the hatreds of the borders They are the alien yogis that do not have lust They are the enlightened ones that have seen the secret of the kala chakra(the cycle of time) Greets in the universal lingo, and ecstasies They are well cultured ones that conduct unity camps Holy souls overflow in joy To the emigrant flock with the touch of this land In the lush green shade Appear the dreams of morrow’s generation That’s why I say bird is the indication of time It is the symphony of the past, present and future The holy fire of confluence is the endorsement of trikala tantra Bird loves a bird Soul copulates with the soul Nelapattu is the dais of the perseverance of Poundarika Nelapattu is the indication of age old yagas The sowing of seeds of life from generations Nature is the balancing measure here It is here that nature takes another breath And here the world gives birth to another creation This little land after crossing over the oceans Is a living home for a race It is a pillow of the joys and sorrows Where the dharma of Buddha has excelled It is the stage of dance for the danseuse Rathi Devi(wife of kamadeva, the lord of love) That knew the mystic tune or the tune of mysticism It’s the moment that seeks the justification of the soul Having understood the inevitability of the mortal body Forgetting the body pleasure, and pleasure of the body Manmadha becomes a passionate yogi here It’s the nature that fulfils it’s duty on this land Turning to be a man, it furthers the creation Congregation of birds that have no disparities An egalitarian equality The fragrance of passion to the ones who open eyes And to the eyes closed sages The liberation of the soul Time, changing colors as seasons For a minute, ecstasies as birds It’s here that begins an end To the time infinite The foundation is laid here From the end to the endless (11) Flamingo offers with love to its lady The bedisa(silver fish) that it brings with its nose How much it longs for its lover When it succeeds to fly in whirls Catching the vanjaram(the scomber or the seer -fish )in the net of its nose Fluttering its wings dreams of off springs Who must have taught so many tunes to these birds? How was such passion adorned to these round eyed ones? Which bird was that have shown way to this place? That results every year in this compulsory family fair The ecstasy of life in the foreyard of Nelapattu Wings sprout to the nestlings The tiny fish school, become their food grains Pulicot is the field of water crop The tiny shrimp is the fruit of the crop Fluttering its wings the blue flamingo Hounds the snake fish The crooked nose lakumuki(king fisher) bird Chase the mattagidasa(the sucking fish, called the Echeneis)) Having shattered the line of the girasa(short) fish The baby paraja(Rasica) crow feels joyous The sky seems congested To the nestlings that got wings The blue lake is the food store To the red breast that has learnt to fly In the battle for food To the shouts of hunger and The dance of the Bharatha(Titlark or Pippit called in Dakhini Chendul)) bird Searching for prey Bulbul is the food Hunger is the age old enemy to all the living beings To gratify hunger is peace for any being Even the gods of heaven savor elixir in hunger When big fish is swallowing the small ones Why is it wrong if birds feed on fish? As if the rainbows had bathed As the Apsaras (divine courtesans of the heaven)cast their charms Festival of colors on the waves of Pulicot A divine game of the baby sparrows The water meadow filled with children Looks like a conference of joy and gay In the eyes of the bird watchers Reflects a kaleidoscope of colors From Nelapattu to Pulicot This bird festival Flows like a stream of water colors The celebration reaches the skies Neither trap nor net, and no hook Beak is the mere weapon The battle of hunger seldom stops Even in tides and in the nets of waves and typhoons All the expertise lies in hunting However a great jalapushpam(fish) The test is to catch the prey with its beak Is the sanguine trait shared Pulicot is the resort for a change of climate For the progress of the breed the trunks of Nelapattu are the residencies The Pralaya Kaveri is now the grace f love Every nestling born here is morrow’s bird The yester born narayana(the common heron) The water parrot that fed on this land Having breathed his first in the nest of this tree Can the alien Sabari ever forget? The colorful dreams of the pelicans The blooms of hope of their beautiful nights The cool breeze and the odor of the soil of Nelapattu Can the red breast ever lose memory of this honeymoon? The ecology of India echoed with The divine violin notes of gratitude The land is infinite and sky vast As the flow of time the ocean too is boundless The one who called these foreign birds as aliens The one who made immigration as inheritance If he goes from this village Begets a child in that great nation Earns a green card and citizenship But how can the egg laid here be an alien? Can the way of pariga(the rose colored Starling or theCholam bird. Pastor roseus) brought up in the Pralaya Kaveri be changed? This soil is remembered by every bird And hence every year it turns up to its motherland! (12) The scene of the skies blooming in myriad colors On the branches of the rubber trees is The sweet home of the flamingo and pelican Reflects the groping families of man In the spreading apartment culture In the shades of the hoods of the waters of Pralaya Kaveri Joyously bathes the Siberia Forgetting the tiresomeness of thousands of miles As the armed forces of navy The meghmalhar(a raga that invokes rain God) song of the bird How many brushes of the artist must have bowed in reverence? To this sea parrot Umpteen canvases must have lost their faces In the symphony of the chirps of love birds is The still picture of the happy NRI doves The music of sarigama (the seven music notes)that teaches the soaring music to the heart At least once in a year…… The passion for the embrace of the motherland The longing to kiss the soil of birth The son of the soil who lost his inner face Forgetting the roots of life in the battle Having turned into a machine At least …now Have to transmigrate into the bird! Conclusion All the souls become one The cosmic treasures become divine souls In the confluence of the water treasures of India Taking a holy dip turn to be the holy souls What may be the divinity of the migrating birds They always worship Narayana in waters. Telugu original: Perugu Ramakrishna Eng trans: Jagaddhatri [more]

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