He is flawless; but I do pout.
So that his loving ways show out.
Fading first, love blooms and outlives
The petty pricks that pouting gives.
Is there a heaven like sulk beneath
Of hearts that join like water and earth?
In long pout after embrace sweet
A weapon is up to break my heart.
Though free from faults, one feels the charms
Of feigned release from lover's arms.
Sweeter than meal is digestion
And sulk in love than union.
The yielder wins in lover's pout
Reunited joy brings it out.
Shall not our pouting again give
The dew-browed joy of joint love?
Sulk on O belle of shining jewels !
Prolong O night! our delight swells!
Bouderie is lovers' delight
Its delight grows when they unite.
SULKING CHARM
FEIGNED ANGER
I shrink to clasp your bosom lewd
To the gaze of all ladies exposed.
He sneezed while we went on sulking
Expecting me to say "live long!"
"For which lady?" she wildly cries
While I adorn myself with flowers.
"I love you more than all" I said
"Than whom, than whom?" she sulked and chi
"In this life we won't part" I told
Her eyes at once with tears were filled.
I said "I thought of you" She left
Her embrace crying "Oft you forget".
I sneezed; she blessed; then changed and wept
"You sneezed now at which lady's thought?"
I repressed sneeze; she wept crying
"Your thoughts from me you are hiding."
I try to coax her and she remarks
"Your coaxing others thus this marks."
I think and gaze at her; she chides:
"On whom your thought just now abides?"
BOUDERIE
Feign sulk; embrace him not so that
We can see his distress a bit.
Sulking is the salt of love; but
Too much of it spoils the taste.
To leave the sulker unembraced
Is to grieve the one sorely grieved.
To comfort not lady in pout
Is to cut the fading plant at root.
Pouting of flower-eyed has
To pure good mates a lovely grace.
Love devoid of frowns and pets
Misses its ripe and unripe fruits.
"Will union take place soon or late?"
In lover's pout this leaves a doubt.
What's the good of grieving lament
When conscious lover is not present?
Water delights in a shady grove
And sulking in souls of psychic love.
My heart athrist would still unite
With her who me in sulking left!
CHIDING THE HEART
You see, his heart is his alone;
Why not my heart be all my own?
0 heart, you see how he slights me
Yet you clasp him as if friendly.
You follow him at will. Is it
"The fallen have no friends" my heart?
You won't sulk first and then submit
Who will then consult you, my heart?
Frets to gain and fears loss in gain
0 my heart suffers ceaseless pain.
My itching mind eats me anon
As I muse on him all alone.
1 forget shame but not his thought
In mean foolish mind I'm caught.
My heart living in love of him
Hails his glory ignoring blame.
Who will support a man in grief
If lover's heart denies relief?
Why wonder if strangers disown
When one's own heart is not his own?
FEELING SURMISED
You hide; but your painted eyes
Restraint off, report your surmise.
With seemly grace and stem-like arms
The simple she has ample charms.
Something shines through her jewelled charm
Like thread shining through wreathed gem
Like scent in bud secrets conceal
In the bosom of her half smile.
The close-bangled belle's hidden thought
Has a cure for my troubled heart.
His over-kind close embrace sooths;
But makes me feel, loveless, he parts.
Quick, my bracelets read before
The mind of my lord of cool shore.
My love parted but yesterday;
With sallowness it is seventh day.
She views her armlets, her tender arms
And then her feet; these are her norms.
To express love-pangs by eyes and pray
Is womanhood's womanly way.
MUTUAL YEARNING
My eyes are dim rustre-bereft
Worn fingers count days since he left.
Beauty pales and my bracelets slide;
Why not forget him now, bright maid?
Will as guide he went to win
Yet I live-to see him again.
My heart in rapture heaves to see
His return with love to embrace me.
Let me but gaze and gaze my spouse
Sallow on my soft shoulders flies.
Let my spouse return just a day
Joy-drink shall drive my pain away.
If my eye-like lord returneth
Shall I sulk or clasp or do both?
May the king fight and win and give
And with my wife I will feast this eve !
One day seems as seven to those
Who yearn return of distant spouse.
When her heart is broken, what is
The good of meeting and love-embrace?
RESERVE LOST
Passion's axe shall break the door
Of reserve bolted with my honour.
The thing called lust is a heartless power
It sways my mind at midnight hour.
How to hide this lust which shows
Itself while I sneeze unawares!
I was proud of my sex-reserve
Lo lust betrays what 1 preserve.
Dignity seeks not a deserter
But Love-sick is its innovator.
O Grief, my deserter you seek
Of your caprice what shall I speak.
When lover's love does what it desires
We forget all shame unawares.
The cheater of many wily arts
His tempting Words break through women's hear
In huff I went and felt at ease
Heart to heart in sweet embrace.
To feign dislike is it not rare
For mates who melt like fat in fire?
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