eBooks „jealousy“
150 eBooks were found for the search term „jealousy“.
Aaron McLeod
Path of Rage
- Horror
- English
- 5347 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 37
- 1
Jonathan Nighthawk. A demon of Hell once, but not anymore. Of his own free will, he chose to cut all his ties and connections to Hell so he could live a human life. He reached the human world, eventually coming across a beautiful woman named Helen. Soon enough, she learned the truth about Jonathan even though he took on the form of a human. But because she had fallen in love with him, and him with her, they refused to let his demon side get in the way. They married, eventually having a daughter, whom they name Adriana. Adriana became the first of her kind, half-human, half-demon. However, Death, also known as the Grim Reaper, discovered this and betrayed them. He informed a demon down in Hell named Marakesh, who was a rival of Jonathan's, of the events that had taken place. In rage and jealousy, Marakesh, Death and multiple other demons arrived the human world and captured Helen and Adriana, taking them both down to Hell, and sealed Jonathan's power once he became imprisoned. Fifteen years later, Jonathan was awoken by a young girls voice calling out to him "Father!" This restored his resolve, causing him to break free of his prison. Now, Jonathan travels all 9 Circles of Hell to rescue Helen and Adriana, while also seeking revenge against the demons who betrayed him, killing any others that get in his way. Limbo...Lust...Gluttony...Greed...Anger...Heresy...Violence...Fraud...and Treachery... He must cross them all, but not without the truth revealed. [more]
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Nick Nwaogu
The Almost Kiss
A Novel
- Fiction
- English
- 29032 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 188
The Almost Kiss, set in modern Nigeria, narrates the story of Chioma Okafor who is pressured by her over-ambitious mother into an unwanted romantic relationship with Uche, a young, sophisticated university lecturer. Chioma yields to her mother’s pressure, hoping she would eventually fall in love with Uche as her mother had assured her, but she never did. On a Valentine date with Uche, she gets a glimpse of what her relationship has been missing as she feels love for the first time with Emeka, a handsome stranger who’s unfortunately expecting a baby with Amara, a girl who Uche used to date in his university days. Shocking and ugly truths are set loose that night. Uche turns a relationship that he intended to blow up into an engagement to Chioma on Valentine’s Day, into a blood bath before midnight. Chioma who survives the near-death experience, narrates her Valentine dilemma to Femi, a clever Police Sergeant. Everybody thinks Uche died that night, but Femi discovers a strange text message sent from Chioma’s phone to Emeka, which triggers a series of twisted events that proves that the jealous and malicious Uche is still alive, and that the life of Chioma is now hanging down by a thin thread. The ultimate question is: 'Since Uche is still alive, then who is the man laying lifeless in the mortuary?' Chioma is certainly not pleased with the answer. Femi forcefully becomes Chioma’s personal bodyguard, while he hunts down Uche, an innocent-looking man who he met a day ago and poorly judged. Follow Femi as he uncovers an intriguing murder mystery that nobody even knew happened. The Almost Kiss is an oddly unusual story of love, betrayal, lies, pretense, jealousy, conspiracy, and ambition. [more]
Keywords: the almost kiss, nick nwaogu, nwaogu, novel, almost kiss
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Niki Chase
Just Friends?
Love or Hate? Death or Date?
- Fiction
- English
- 23637 Words
- Ages 12 and up
- 219
- 2
Ruby is a 17 years old girl who was having a hard life because her step father was abusing her while her pregnant mom treated her bad as well and students in her collage used to tease her. she was known as 'the ketchup' girl. But she had one person to help her. Max Harrington, the popular and every girl's dream boy, Ruby's best friend since she was 3 years old. Did she have a secret crush on him?
But everything changed when very beautiful Ryna showed up and started dating Max, causing Ruby to be half heart broken.She saw them making out in a party, so when she turned to run away, The bad boy Chase grabbed her and the whole school teased her. But that made her meet her future boyfriend, Luka- her hero.
However, her destiny turned her down once again. She became a murderer which caused so many troubles. Who did she kill? And why?
She got to fight with the life. She started dating Luka and then, Max acted weird after that. Was he jealous? If he likes Ruby, why would he date Ryna?
And now...
The stalker.... the black eyed stalker is her most important case. Who is he? Why does he follow her everywhere? What does he want? Is she in a trouble again?
And fighting with all the jealousy and stuff, who would win her heart?
Love or Hate?
Death or Date? [more]
Keywords: teen, drama, romance, highschool, wattpad, book, love, lovestory, free, sale, new, friends
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K.B. Torres
Toxic
Love...Toxic...These Two Words Seem Oddly The Same
- Fantasy
- English
- 56034 Words
- No Age Recommendation
- 3465
- 187
"Roaming the night,
Waiting, Watching.
Intriguing the few males,
they see a goddess.
Dances with danger,
As the hell music becomes seductive and sure.
As Female, is clothed,
As goddess, Skyclad.
At Hell one way,
At Heaven another.
She: wants Mundane, Is Angelic, Will be Demonic.
This shall be the norm.
The Radiance surrounds strong,
pulls her own blood into bed.
This resurrected rose awaits her champions, her lovers, her mates.
In time her little ones shall come to be due."
Anastasia has no memory
prior to 14...Sound suspicious? Four nights now, Anastasia had seen the boy on her balcony. At first, she was afraid to tell her parents, thinking they'd assume she was seeing things, or worse, they'd worry about her. Who was this strange boy? Home-schooled and isolated, she soon finds herself in a new terror story: highschool. She soon meets Emmanuel, Juliet, And Luke, the sluts of the school. She suddenly is surrounded in the fiction she believed her whole life was fake...Vampires, Werewolves, Angels, Demons, Gods and Goddesses. Will she be able to find out exactly who she is, and make something out of her mixed up life? All Anastasia wanted
to do was get
married, and settle
down like any
normal mundie girl...But that's too hard when you've got about a thousand guys falling for you, and unwanted attention...
All Emmanuel could think about was Anastasia. He swore, her skin was so white and soft-looking, she could have been feathers rather than skin. Her curly hair, so red, just like flames, dancing in the wind. Her lips, they looked soft like a perfect pink shade of velvet. The most hypnotizing thing was her eyes. Those big, owl-like eyes. The first time he saw her, he wanted her. No, not for blood. he wanted her for...That was the part he wasn't sure about yet. The first time he saw her, Emmanuel almost went in the house. He wanted to kiss her that much. One thing for sure, if he couldn't have her, he'll protect her from any threat, even though the only notable threat is himself. Will they last long, or will anger, jealousy, and mistakes cause Anastasia to unveil her truth alone?
*Includes Foul Language* [more]
Keywords: vampire, funny, vampyre, fiction, fantasy, love, blood, drama, angel, devil, demon, god, goddess, luke, anastasia, juliet, emmanuel, hell, heaven, earth, aphrodite, hades, apollo, zeus, hera, athena, poseidon, artemis, olympians, olympian, mount oylmpus, sci-fi, resurrection, toxic, phoenix, girl, boy, baby, deity, divinity, K.B. Torres [more]
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Arranged Marriage to My Mate
Previously called: MATES
- Romance
- English
- 26595 Words
- No Age Recommendation
- 49176
- 1292
[Completed but EDITING!]
This book is under major editing right now and should be done soon! I will be fixing MANY of the problems it has, including elaborating on certain things, fixing grammar, and building up more romance and mystery within the story. So if you're willing to read it now, go ahead, but the updated version will be up as soon as I finish it! Keep a lookout for it!
Taylor Daniels. Average name, average face, average girl. What about her life? Well, that's a bit complicated. Finding out her werewolf heritage was not part of the seemingly normal life Taylor lived. She'd always been the strong but silent type, concentrating on getting good grades and pleasing her mother. But all that changes when she's merely picked up and dropped into the world of werewolves. She'll have to dust herself off and learn to live with the fact that her life was a lie. What's even more deranged is that her life is at risk. And who can possibly help her? Her so called "mate" Leo Knight. A forced marriage between the two is the only thing keeping her safe, but what happens when this little compromise turns into a whirlwind of attraction, hate, jealousy, and possible love? Can Taylor hold on to her only hope of sanity, or be whisked away in the world of werewolves, where her family, herself included, are a bunch of overgrown dogs? Taylor may seem shy on the outside, but dealing with a sarcastic, rude, arrogant mate has her standing up for herself and ultimately, facing her crazy consequences. Despite her situation, the confusing part is the possible attraction she has to Leo. And to think, it all started with two simple words..."I Do."
*The book is mostly pg-13 but its got mild language and scenes.
I'll try and update the book soon. If you want to know about the updates, add me as a friend and i'll message you the updates. This is my first book so i'd like to know what you think of it. Thanks guys!(:
Enjoy the book!
BTW SEQUEL IS UP ON MY PROFILE SO CHECK IT OUT! It's called TRANSPARENT [more]
Keywords: Fantasy, Werewolves, Love, Marriage
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Anonymous
The Tale of Beowulf
Sometime King of the Folk of the Weder Geats
- Fiction
- English
- 33888 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 2
ARGUMENT Hrothgar, king of the Danes, lives happily and peacefully, and bethinks him to build a glorious hall called Hart. But a little after, one Grendel, of the kindred of the evil wights that are come of Cain, hears the merry noise of Hart and cannot abide it; so he enters thereinto by night, and slays and carries off and devours thirty of Hrothgar's thanes. Thereby he makes Hart waste for twelve years, and the tidings of this mishap are borne wide about lands. Then comes to the helping of Hrothgar Beowulf, the son of Ecgtheow, a thane of King Hygelac of the Geats, with fourteen fellows. They are met on the shore by the land-warder, and by him shown to Hart and the stead of Hrothgar, who receives them gladly, and to whom Beowulf tells his errand, that he will help him against Grendel. They feast in the hall, and one Unferth, son of Ecglaf, taunts Beowulf through jealousy that he was outdone by Breca in swimming. Beowulf tells the true tale thereof. And a little after, at nightfall, Hrothgar and his folk leave the hall Hart, and it is given in charge to Beowulf, who with his Geats abides there the coming of Grendel. Soon comes Grendel to the hall, and slays a man of the Geats, hight Handshoe, and then grapples with Beowulf, who will use no weapon against him: Grendel feels himself over-mastered and makes for the door, and gets out, but leaves his hand and arm behind him with Beowulf: men on the wall hear the great noise of this battle and the wailing of Grendel. In the morning the Danes rejoice, and follow the bloody slot of Grendel, and return to Hart racing and telling old tales, as of Sigemund and the Worm. Then come the king and his thanes to look on the token of victory, Grendel's hand and arm, which Beowulf has let fasten: to the hall-gable. The king praises Beowulf and rewards him, and they feast in Hart, and the tale of Finn and Hengest is told. Then Hrothgar leaves Hart, and so does Beowulf also with his Geats, but the Danes keep guard there. In the night comes in Grendel's Mother, and catches up Aeschere, a thane of Hrothgar, and carries him off to her lair. In the morning is Beowulf fetched to Hrothgar, who tells him of this new grief and craves his help [more]
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Nick Nwaogu
February
A Screenplay
- Performing Arts
- English
- 26784 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 157
In FEBRUARY, together, Sergeant Femi Kolawole and investigative journalist Chioma Okafor solves Emeka's Valentine-day murder, and on doing so, Chioma is exposed to Femi's heroic personality, which makes her eventually fall in love with him.The Plot:Chioma Okafor, a young investigative journalist, is pressured by her over-ambitious mother into an unwanted romantic relationship with Uche, a young sophisticated university lecturer. Chioma yields to her mother’s pressure, hoping she would eventually fall in love with Uche as her mother assured, but she never did. On a Valentine date with Uche, Chioma gets a glimpse of what her relationship has been missing, as she feels love for the first time with Emeka, a handsome stranger who’s unfortunately expecting a baby with Amara, a girl who Uche used to date in university. Uche turns a relationship that he intended to blow up into an engagement on Valentine's day, into a blood bath before midnight. Chioma who survives the near-death experience, narrates her Valentine dilemma to Femi, a clever Police Sergeant. The Twist:Everybody thinks Uche died that night, but a strange text message sent from Chioma’s phone to Emeka, triggers a series of twisted events, which proves that the jealous and malicious Uche is still alive and in the wind, and that the life of Chioma is hanging down by a thin thread. The ultimate question is: 'Since Uche is alive, then who is the man laying lifeless in the mortuary?' Chioma is certainly not pleased with the answer. Femi forcefully becomes Chioma’s personal bodyguard, while he hunts down Uche, an innocent-looking man who Femi had met a day ago and poorly judged. Follow Femi as he uncovers this intriguing murder mystery that nobody even knew happened.The Play:The screenplay starts with a scene of a couple whose faces aren’t revealed to the screen, laying MOTIONLESS in a wrecked car, covered in their own blood, and ends in a conference room, as Chioma calls Femi to tell him how she feels about him.FEBRUARY is a unique blend of romance, comedy, suspense, and adventure. A beautifully crafted story of love, jealousy, betrayal, conspiracy, and ambition. [more]
Keywords: nick nwaogu, february, screenplay
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Marc Asanov Archibald Sr.
My Secret Love Affair With Marilyn Monroe
- Erotic
- English
- 93262 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 460
As a teenager, Marc discovers in one of his dad's desk drawers a Playboy magazine collection. One of the issues had Marilyn Monroe on the cover. As Marc opens the issue he feels like hit by thunder seeing Marilyn Monroe's full blown nude on the centerfold spread. He convinces his dad to give him a six feet poster of Marilyn's nude as a Christmas present, much to the chagrin of his mother. That is how Marc's love and passion for Marilyn begins.. Whenever he falls in love with a girl he always find out that in some aspects she resembles Marilyn. From one of his first teenage loves, Kimberly, he seems to realize by looking at her vagina, how Marilyn’s vagina might have looked like. After high school graduation his father decides to send him to Harvard to become a psychologist and cure himself of “Marilyn fetish”. A girl, Claire is trying to win Marc’s sexual interest to no avail. Marc is telling her that he has a girlfriend. “What’s the difference between your girlfriend and me?” “Her hair is platinum blond” Mark says to which Clair retort with a profanity. Next day though she dyes her hair platinum blond. She looks now as a copy of Marilyn. Once home for the summer vacation and meets a middle age and beautiful woman, Therese, with whom he has a hot but short affair. Marc’s love for Marilyn Monroe raises to a different level. He “sees” Marilyn responding to his desire by moving her lips or her body in her poster and even exiting the poster to meet Marc’s desires. The new school year start and with it Marc finds a new lover, Amy. Both of them are planning their life together. They barely live together for three months when tragedy strikes: Marc’s dad dies of a heart attack. Marc decide to interrupt his studies and stay home with his mom. Meanwhile a TV channel broadcast news that Marilyn’s ghost was seen in Los Angeles area. Marc goes to Pasadena to interview the witnesses of the event and also goes to see the place where Marilyn “appeared”. His attempts to make her appear again fail. Taking advantage of the event Christies puts on sail some of Marilyn’s personal things. Marc succeeds to buy her dress, her bra and her earrings. Those intimate objects mean to Marc “ecstasy”. After a couple of months of mourning for his dad Marc decide to put some order in his dad’s stuff. He discovers in a drawer an invitation to a strip club. That invitation would be the source of a lifelong mess in Marc’s life. On one hand he begins recording interviews with strippers from a book On the other hand his obsessive need to be part of the strip clubs life and his sexual addiction to strippers almost destroy him. The only way he feels living is by bringing strippers home and have sex. The ambiguous color of art and sex of a strip club spread over hundred pages of “recordings”. Eventually Marc marries a stripper, Lily. “It’s like marrying his vice. Marc’s jealousy and Lily’s organic need to expose herself naked in front of a crowd of men interrupts their marriage. [more]
Keywords: love, Marilyn Monroe, fetishism, magic, sex and sexuality, stripping, transgender, sexual ambiguity
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Victor Hugo
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
- Fiction
- English
- 182573 Words
- Ages 8 and up
- 683
- 3
The Hunchback of Notre-Dame is a French Romantic, Gothic novel by Victor Hugo. The title refers to the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris, on which the story is centered. The story begins on Epiphany (6 January), 1482, the day of the Feast of Fools in Paris, France. Quasimodo, a deformed hunchback who is the bell-ringer of Notre Dame, is introduced by his crowning as the Pope of Fools.
Esmeralda, a beautiful Gypsy street dancer with a kind and generous heart, captures the hearts of many men, including those of Captain Phoebus and Pierre Gringoire, a poor street poet, but especially Quasimodo and his adoptive father, Claude Frollo, the Archdeacon of Notre Dame. Frollo is torn between his obsessive lust and the rules of the church. He orders Quasimodo to kidnap her, but the hunchback is captured by Phoebus and his guards, who save Esmeralda. Gringoire, witnessing all this, accidentally trespasses into the Court of Miracles, home of the Truands (criminals of Paris). He was about to be hanged under the orders of Clopin Trouillefou, the King of Truands, until Esmeralda saved his life by marrying him.
The following day, Quasimodo is sentenced to be flogged and turned on the pillory for one hour, followed by another hour's public exposure. He calls for water. Esmeralda, seeing his thirst, offers him a drink. It saves him, and she captures his heart.
Esmeralda is later charged with the attempted murder of Phoebus, whom Frollo actually attempted to kill in jealousy after seeing him trying to seduce Esmeralda, and is tortured and sentenced to death by hanging. As she is being led to the gallows, Quasimodo swings down by the bell rope of Notre Dame and carries her off to the cathedral under the law of sanctuary.
Frollo later informs Gringoire that the Court of Parliament has voted to remove Esmeralda's right to sanctuary so she can no longer seek shelter in the church and will be taken from the church and killed. Clopin hears the news from Gringoire and rallies the Truands (criminals of Paris) to charge the cathedral and rescue Esmeralda.
When Quasimodo sees the Truands, he assumes they are there to hurt Esmeralda, so he drives them off. Likewise, he thinks the King's men want to rescue her, and tries to help them find her. She is rescued by Frollo and her phony husband Gringoire. But after yet another failed attempt to win her love, Frollo betrays Esmeralda by handing her to the troops and watches while she is being hanged.
When Frollo laughs during Esmeralda's hanging, Quasimodo pushes him from the heights of Notre Dame to his death. Quasimodo then heads for the Gibbet of Montfaucon beyond the city walls. After reaching the Gibbet, he lies next to Esmeralda's corpse, where it had been unceremoniously thrown after the execution. He stays at Montfaucon, and eventually dies of starvation. About eighteen months later, the tomb is opened, and the skeletons are found. As someone tries to separate them, Quasimodo's bones turn to dust. [more]
Keywords: the huchback of notre dame, notre dame cathedral, gothic, romantic fiction, historical literature, classic literature
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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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