#ritusamhara

[sampigehoovu]

these windy ashada days, with the grey monsoon clouds. the relentless rain, the neverending yearning.

Poems from Kalidasa's Ritusamhara.

[vintageindianclothing]

The sun blazing fiercely, the moon longed for eagerly, deep waters inviting to plunge in continually, days drawing to a close in quiet beauty, the tide of desire running low; scorching Summer is now here, my love. The Loom of Time, Kalidasa.

Artwork: Village Scene (Abdulrahim Almelkar)

[moonrosey]

alluring damsels, with their bosoms by saffron tinted ochre, and pressed upon the chests of lovers, ignore the cold, and now enjoy that warmth which is a part of youth, with pleasure, as they fall asleep

Poems of Kalidasa (1 / 2) — Ritusamhara

Ritusamharam is a glorious ode to nature’s bounty and the enduring emotional response it evokes in mankind as a whole. Recounted as a celebration of the passing seasons, it is a feast for the senses, capturing the myriad facets of love and longing in a kaleidoscope of sumptuous imagery: the mischievous moonlight that, like a pining lover, steals glances at sleeping maidens; the monsoon-bloated rivers that rush to the sea with a lustful urgency; the flame of lovemaking that is kindled anew at the onset of winter; the heady scent of mango blossoms that makes even the most unyielding of hearts quiver. Even animals, big and small, are swept into the playful pattern of the great poet’s lyrical homage.