Sundara Kãnda: Hanuman's Odyssey - BS Murthy (romance book recommendations .txt) 📗

Seetha 
Seized was he with thus sorrow. 

 

Canto 8

Pushpak’s Prowess
 
End to end he searched Pushpak 
Cover he could not all its ground. 

 

Wonder that was Pushpak called
Like the one that never conceived.

 

Abodes of gods ’n angels too
Add up not to Pushpak’s tail.

 

It had in itself to change
Needs to suit of who owns it,
Got it Ravan not for song
For he had to shed his blood. 

 

When in flight it acquires speed
Synch which would with pilot’s mind.

 

Presence of it then got Lanka 
Preeminence in all three worlds.

 

Frescos it had men in rows
With that vigorous look on them.

 

Amidst vernal season then
Looked Pushpak like Flower Mountain. 

 

Canto 9

Harem at Night

 

In the midst of Pushpak lay 
The Palace Royal of Ravan.

 

Built it was with gems all rare
Plinth it had of two score miles. 

 

Went in Hanuman in the hope 
Therein he would find Seetha.

 

Having got in he sauntered  
In those royal chambers there. 

 

With their knives drawn to the hilt
Found he guards there door to door.

 

Saw he Ravan’s wives in scores 
Maidens that he grabbed by force.

 

Found he ponds of ocean size 
Lived where crocodiles with white whales.

 

Amidst the riches it sported
God like Ravan lived in there.

 

With sons ’n siblings there Ravan 
Bettered thus lifestyle of all gods.

 

Entered harem Ravan’s Hanuman 
Pushpak’s that was star attraction.

 

Custom built was that Pushpak 
By God’s own architect for Brahma.

 

In the times of yore Kuber
Sought and got it from Brahma,
Wanting it to serve his needs
Grabbed it Ravan waging war.

 

Spoils of war as it made 
Pictured bullfights on its walls. 

 

Stretched its ceiling to high skies 
Cellars its touched depths of earth.

 

Pushpak’s glitter makes Lanka 
Seem as daytime during nights. 

 

Emeralds it had for doorknobs 
Windowpanes were crystal class.

 

Pearls it had all paved for floor 
Gave that look of white carpet. 

 

Woodwork of its red sandals 
Made the place all smell so sweet. 

 

Shaped so well were secret vaults 
Deceive they would the best of spies.

 

Entered Hanuman its pantry
Feed which could a million mouths. 

 

Aroma of all recipes there
Reached him with a come-hither tag.

Entered he then that portion
Lived where Ravan as the god.

 

Stairs it had of gems inlaid 
Handles of them ivory made.

 

Pillars it had gold ingots 
Glowed they all like candlelights. 

 

None was taken for granted
Flawless was the way it shaped. 

 

With woven Atlas on them bright
Laid were carpets continent size.

 

Birds on heat were perched on trees 
Cooed they in their scores well pecked. 

 

Smoke that scented sticks emitted
Got spread throughout Ravan’s land.

 

Kept its aura gloom at bay 
It’s where Ravan set his shop.

 

At home Hanuman felt therein
Entered though he enemy’s place.

 

Felt he was in heaven itself 
Fit for gods of every faith. 

 

Finding no scent of Seetha 
Seemed he gambler who lost all.

 

With his person ’n harem  
No less Ravan added then
Lustre to that bright Pushpak.

 

Maidens there were in thousands 
Dressed they like for fashion show.

 

Drunk they were all to the dregs 
Bent their eyelids all downward. 

 

Slept one by one all of them 
Seemed the place as swan filled pond.

 

Postures theirs were well composed 
Breath their smelled as flowers at dawn.

 

Petals like lotus their faces 
Seemed in sleep all lotus buds.

 

Zoomed all drunken bees in scores 
As would go round flowers in bloom.

 

Celibate as he wished they were 
Flowers all real and not damsels. 

 

Angel like dames made Ravan’s 
Harem seem like star filled sky. 

 

Ravan in their midst then looked 
Like the blooming moon in skies.

 

Felt of Ravan’s lovers Hanuman  
Were like meteors made there home.

 

Skins theirs were like cloudless skies 
Pure were demeanours of those dames.

 

Orgasms multiple they had all 
Askance went things on them all.

 

In their coitus furious dots
Vermilion theirs smudged foreheads.

 

Passion with such they coited
Crushed were pearls of chains they wore. 

 

Breath of theirs as they made love 
Withered all flowers of their garlands. 

 

Chains of jewels that they wore 
Made their boobs seem sun ’n moon.

 

Sank as pearls in their valleys 
Seemed they swans that lay in rest.

 

Looked like canal banks their thighs 
Waists theirs seemed so tiny streams.

 

Smiled in slumber some sweetly 
Dreamt as though of lay they had.

 

Embrace in theirs of Ravan
Breasts of theirs as chest his crushed.

 

Made then imprints of their chains
Seemed that matching pairs on them.

 

Covered as pallus their faces 
Pairs of bellows turned their breaths.  

 

As was standards of Ravan
Bright were hues of their sarees. 

Turned as pallus to bellows 
Vibed like pendulums their ear-rings.

 

Smelled well as the breath of theirs
Got that better with wine they had.

 

Sexy co-wives of Ravan 
Kissed in ardour one another.

 

In their craving for Ravan 
Made they lesbian love in turns. 

 

Some of them in their slumber 
Folded their hands for pillows. 

 

Made some thighs of their co-wives
Headrests for their wondrous heads. 

 

Used some leggies flat bellies 
Of co-wives to spread their legs.

 

Entwined slept as Ravan’s dames
Seemed they strings of white roses,
Hair theirs seemed to cover them all
Bees as would all flowers in bloom.

 

Harem Ravan’s felt Hanuman
Creeper like grove in full spring.  

  

Body odours of those dames
Lent the air all with then scents.

  

With such abandon slept they all 
Moved their sarees up their thighs.

 

That Ravan was fast asleep 
Gods dared eye his women in sleep.

 

Most of them in Ravan’s hold
Came coveting him on their own.

 

Beauty as theirs made him weak 
Dragged he some of them to bed.

 

Fetched him some the hearsay true 
His great valour spread world over.

 

Found none of them then Hanuman 
Found might wanting to share throne.

 

Seeing them all so fulfilled 
Wished he Ram ’n Seetha well. 

 

That the learned Ravan snared
Seetha who was chaste to Rama
Saddened Hanuman no end then.

 

Canto 10

Women in Want

 

Hanuman on the sly entered
Chambers private of Ravan.

  

Such a cot he found lay there 
Made to rival Ravan’s throne.

 

Meant to impart moon’s aura 
Had it canopy made of wreaths.

  

Cot his huge was made of gold 
Seemed on it sun came to rest. 

 

Fanned by lovely handmaidens
Rent air perfumes rare fragrance.

 

Bed it had of soft sheepskin 
Stuffed to brim with silk cotton. 

 

With red eyes for want of sleep
He-man Ravan lay there spread. 

 

Layers thick of sandal paste
Applied on his manly frame
Soothed those scores of love bites deep. 

 

Splendid jewels wore he then
Seemed they lightning in grey cloud.

 

In the forest of fair sex  
Slept there Ravan like a log.

 

Signs there were for all to see 
Left he none there to make love.

 

Hanuman in awe neared Ravan
But the fact that he played foul
Made him stop then in his tracks.

 

Such was aura of Ravan 
Made the simian stare at him.

 

Harem in his lay Ravan 
Like a trunk with thick creepers. 

 

Arms his long with gold epaulets  
Looked like poles for Indra’s flags.

 

Sported scores both combat scars  
Of his battles fought with gods.  

 

Like the mythical five-hood snakes
Arms his strong were well tapered. 

 

Of hair oils his women had used 
Smelled his hands of varied scents. 

 

Rings he wore on his fingers
Gave a measure of his strong hands
Made which worlds all bow to him.

 

With the power of his own hands 
Subdue he could all three worlds.

 

In that king-size bed Ravan 
Lay he like a king elephant. 

 

Such was the build of his frame
Looked he like a mountain then. 

 

Breaths of Ravan seemed to fill 
The insides all of that Pushpak.

 

Thus the aisles of that Pushpak 
Were then filled with flowery scent.

 

Diamond ear-studs of Ravan
Seemed as diadem askew then.

 

On his hairy chest that broad
Glistened golden chains he wore.

 

Loincloth he wore of white silk 
Left its guard on legs his strong.

 

Lay as he on white bedspread 
Looked he like a black diamond.

 

Amidst the candle light that night 
Seemed he like rain-bearing cloud.

 

Women that slept on his huge bed 
Shone like stars in clear blue skies.

 

Saw Hanuman all Ravan’s wives  
With their aura that paled moon.  

 

While some slept on arms his long 
Others lay on his thighs that strong.

 

Had they ear-rings of cat’s eyes 
Wore they armlets of large gems.

 

It’s their aura in Pushpak  
Made it Milky Way on earth. 

 

Hourglass figure women all had 
Had them Ravan all of them. 

 

For those in queue to make it to 
Ravan’s bed of hot pursuit
Thought of his was so pumping 
Failed they manage to have wink.

 

Like a wreath that logged to boat 
Lasses some hugged their veenas.

 

Slept a dame with drum by side 
As would she have her newborn.

 

One with throbbing boobs so big
Hugged a drum like lover in want.

 

Pressed one flute in her valley 

As would amorous woman manhood.

 

Hugged as eager a woman violin 
Pressed by heaving breasts of hers
Scored it erotic notes on own. 

 

Looked one temptress every inch 
Hugged she trumpet like a wrench.

 

One who drank all to the dregs 
Tabor she locked in armpit.  

 

Demure was the one that hugged 
Drum so small her breasts could hold. 

 

Those that could hold no longer
Made they dildos of their flutes. 

 

Tipsy turned a woman in sleep 
Jug of lavender thus upturned. 

 

One of those whom Ravan had
Drained as she to dress herself
Laid her hands on her nipples. 

 

Amorous woman in all her want 
Locked one lissome lass like brace. 

 

Came to Ravan’s women handy
Instruments varied that there lay.

 

Saw he then the gem of all
Slept who on a separate cot. 

 

Charm hers was such made the rest 

Woman of golden hue there lay
None other than king Ravan’s queen.

 

Heard as he all gods coveted
Mandodari the marvellous one
Yet felt Hanuman that peerless
Woman might as well be Seetha.

 

In his joy he found Seetha
Got he into simian ways.

 

Canto 11

Qualms of Celibate

 

Felt soon Hanuman that Seetha
Forsake would not her Lord Ram.
  
How could forlorn Seetha then 
Would have had that happy look?

 

Could ever Seetha find a man 
Who would out tempt her Rama?

 

In his search for Rama’s spouse 
Went in Hanuman further down. 

 

To his surprise there he found 
Many more in wait for Ravan.

 

After a bout of game of dice 
Worn out there lay some on beds.

 

On their sexiness lasses
Indulged then in innuendos.

 

Some as cracked crude party jokes
Rest of them had heck of time.

 

Praised all each other’s wantonness
Bragged they all about ways of flesh.

 

Felt then Hanuman if at dawn
Should Ravan all lay them true
Makes him raging bull in pen.

 

Finds as he his mates on heat 
Looks he no less king elephant.

 

Meant to succor their sex urge
Sweets varied were well laid there.

 

Found he there lay on platter 
Meat of deer and boars deep-fried.

 

‘Use-me’ vessels of solid gold  
Brimming there with leftovers.

 

Beasts assorted were slaughtered 
For the sumptuous meal they had.

 

Recipes all of fish he found 
Flesh as well of birds roasted. 

 

Plentiful lay food vegetarian   
Fresh that was and spicy too.

 

Besides silver jars of wine
Desserts were there in gold plates.

 

On the cots that lined furlongs 
Spread were jasmines one foot deep.  

 

Corals those that filled the floors 
Seemed they all like burning coals.

 

Aroma of the food there lay
All the more them made hungry. 

 

Served were juices of fresh fruits 
Spirits they raised in there gathered.

 

Mean it was no that quarter 
Than those chambers of Ravan. 

 

Entered storeroom as Hanuman  
Found he racks and racks of gold. 

 

Saw he wine in vats of gold 
Studded which all with rare gems.

 

Vats of silver there he found 
With half full of wine still left.

 

Lay there mounds of food so fresh 
Feed which could scores hungry souls.

 

Found be broken goblets there 
Stamped by maidens in their haste.

Stepped he out of that quarter
Straight into that banquet hall  
Lesbians full in their couplings. 

 

In their pairs they shared blankets
Which in turns they pulled on each.

 

Breath of some made own pallus 
Ripple like reeds in windy climes.

 

Aroma from their breath then matched   
With those dregs of wine they left.

 

Sea breeze that was so profuse 
Scent theirs took to all corners. 

 

In that banquet hall were found 
Beauties black ‘n blonds as well.

 

Worn out as by excess sex  
Looked some then like shrunken bees.

 

Women of allure though they were  
None had charms of Rama’s spouse.

 

Celibate that he was Hanuman
Developed thus he qualms of own
If the sight was right for him!

 

Doubts came thick and fast to him 
Turned if he then peeping Tom. 

 

Blamed he Ravan for his plight 
Act whose brought him to that pass.

 

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