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Alfred Bekker Chronik der Sternenkrieger EXTRA - Im Dienst des Space Army Corp

Zwei Extra-Romane aus Alfred Bekker's Chronik der Sternenkrieger

Science Fiction
Deutsch
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310
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Dieses E-Book enthält die Romane "Terrifors Geschichte" und "Erstes Kommando", zwei Prequels zur Serie "Chronik der Sternenkrieger". Alfred Bekker schrieb die fesselnden Space Operas der Serie CHRONIK DER STERNENKRIEGER. Seine Romane um DAS REICH DER ELBEN, die GORIAN-Trilogie und die DRACHENERDE-SAGA machten ihn einem großen Publikum bekannt. Er schrieb für junge Leser die Fantasy-Zyklen ELBENKINDER, DIE WILDEN ORKS, ZWERGENKINDER und ELVANY sowie historische Abenteuer wie DER GEHEIMNISVOLLE MÖNCH, LEONARDOS DRACHEN, TUTENCHAMUN UND DIE FALSCHE MUMIE und andere. In seinem Kriminalroman DER TEUFEL VON MÜNSTER machte er mit dem Elbenkrieger Branagorn eine Hauptfigur seiner Fantasy-Romane zum Ermittler in einem höchst irdischen Mordfall. Zuletzt erschien DER BEFREIER DER HALBLINGE bei Blanvalet. Terrifors Geschichte Jahr 2238: Dies ist die Geschichte von Raggie S. Terrifor, einem genetisch optimierten Corporal der Einheit von Space Marines an Bord des Raumschiffs STERNENKRIEGER. Seine Story beginnt auf Maldena 22b, einer Supererde mit hoher Schwerkraft. Als das System von Aliens überfallen wird, muss Raggie um sein Überleben kämpfen - zusammen mit zwei umweltangepassten Supererden-Zwergen und einem für die planetaren Verhältnisse viel zu schwachen Normalmenschen-Mädchen. Erfolgsaussichten: Null Prozent. Erstes Kommando Im Jahr 2242 - acht Jahre bevor Rena Sunfrost Captain des Raumschiffs STERNENKRIEGER wird - bekommt sie als junger Lieutenant ihr erstes Kommando: Sie befehligt ein bewaffnetes Raumboot im Kuiper-Gürtel. Als dort unerwarteterweise der extraterrestrische Feind der Menschheit auftaucht, droht ihre erste Mission in einer Katastrophe zu enden... Cover: STEVE MAYER [mehr]

Stichwörter: Cassiopeiapress

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Jack X. Faber Valuria - eine pornographische Menschheitsgeschichte

Erotik
Deutsch
46672 Wörter
Ab 18 Jahren
1
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Eine wissenschaftliche Expedition vom hochentwickelten Planetensystem Valuria crasht auf die Erde, vor etwa 700.000 Jahren. Einer der Überlebenden, der Genetiker und Sexualwissenschaftler Baal, erkundet das Leben der primitiven Spezies Mensch, erforscht das Liebesleben der einfachen Stämme und zeichnet alles penibel auf. Dank der annähernd identischen DNA kann er sich lustvoll mit den Weibchen paaren, Kinder und Enkelkinder zeugen und gründet einen neuen Stamm, den weißen Menschen. Er trifft auf den Stamm der Hakennasen, die Vorläufer der indianischen und mittelamerikanischen Menschen. Ebenso trifft er auf den Stamm der Schlitzaugen, die Vorfahren asiatischer Völker. Er besiedelt das südliche Afrika mit seiner weißen Rasse, studiert die Gewohnheiten des primitiven Menschen und pflanzt seinen Samen in alle Stämme und erweckt in ihnen die Neugier, den Planeten zu erobern.Diese erotische Geschichte schildert die Sexualität des primitiven Menschen, ihre sexuellen Gebräuche und Rituale in drastischen, pornographischen Geschichten. Ein Versuch, die Sexualität bei dem Frühmenschen zu beschreiben.Es ist aber auch ein Versuch, auf die diversen "prähistorischen Alien-" Theorien einzugehen und mit Lust und Spaß darauf einzugehen, WIE die "Ancient Aliens" wohl auf der Erde gewirkt haben könnten, nämlich ganz natürlich .... [mehr]

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Erno Fischer GAARSON-GATE 007: Die Transmitterfalle

Science Fiction
Deutsch
15838 Wörter
Ab 12 Jahren
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Autor: Erno Fischer (bekannt als Autor der Bastei-Serie DIE TERRANAUTEN!): „Die neue universale Ordnung schafft das Gaarson-Gate – Tor zwischen den Welten“ Im Jahr 2052 erschließt Tipor Gaarson der Menschheit eine schier unerschöpfliche Energiequelle. Man nennt sie nach ihm den ›Gaarson-Effekt‹. Aber es gibt auch Warner, die vor ungeahnten Folgen der hemmungslosen Anwendung des Gaarson-Effektes warnen. Sie sind überzeugt davon, dass der Gaarson-Effekt auf lange Sicht gesehen das energetische Gleichgewicht des Universums stört! Niemand will auf sie hören - angesichts der fantastischen Möglichkeiten - einschließlich der Erfüllung des Traumes von der interstellaren Raumfahrt. Die Warner werden sogar als gefährliche Kriminelle eingestuft und verfolgt. Vierhundert Jahre später erst erfüllen sich ihre düstersten Voraussagen: Ein Raumschiff kehrt zurück und ist der berüchtigte Tropfen, der das Fass zum Überlaufen bringt. Das Chaos beginnt. Doch das Genie Tipor Gaarson hat ›vorgesorgt‹: In seinem Sinne bauten Wissenschaftler der bis dato verbotenen so genannten ASTROÖKOLOGEN die GAARSON-GATES! Vor der Katastrophe funktionierten sie noch gar nicht, aber als die Katastrophe beginnt, sind sie der auslösende Faktor für die Abwendung der endgültigen Vernichtung! Die Erde ist gerettet, aber die Naturgesetze haben sich geringfügig verändert: Diese Veränderung breitet sich mit Lichtgeschwindigkeit, von der Erde ausgehend, aus. Innerhalb dieser ›Raumblase‹ gibt es keine technisch basierte überlichtschnelle Raumfahrt mehr - und funktionieren die Gaarson-Gates nun als Transmitter. Der Aufbau der neuen Erde beginnt - vor allem auch der Aufbau neuer Machtstrukturen, ehe das Chaos doch noch über die irdische Ordnung hereinbricht. Während der politische Umschwung vonstatten geht, wenden wir uns allerdings einem anderen Problem zu: Die Erde, nunmehr abgeschottet von ihrem interstellaren Reich, das übrigens über tausend Welten umfasst, schickt Raumschiffe aus, um neue Kontakte zu knüpfen. Aber da kein ›normales‹ Raumschiff mehr innerhalb der sich lichtschnell ausbreitenden Raumblase um die Erde und ihr Sonnensystem den Sternenflug antreten kann, greift man auf etwas zurück, was man bisher gewollt vermieden hat: Raumfahrt auf PSI-Basis! Die Besatzung, bestehend aus so genannten Mutanten, nennt man PSYCHONAUTEN und eines der wenigen verfügbaren Psychonauten-Schiffe macht in den Tiefen des Alls eine äußerst bedeutsame Entdeckung: Der Planet ist eine einzige... PSI-Falle - ungewollt verursacht durch ein Raumschiff der KANG-RAHS. Die einzige Möglichkeit für die Mutanten-Mannschaft, das Problem zu lösen, ist die Konfrontation der Aliens mit der Wirklichkeit - indem sie den PSI-Kontakt zur Erde versuchen... eBook Gaarson-Gate Die große, in sich abgeschlossene Science-Fiction-Serie! GAARSON-GATE ist die Schwesterserie von STAR GATE - das Original! [mehr]

Stichwörter: Gaarson-Gate, GG, SciFi, SF, stargate, science fiction, hary, Serien, Heftromane, Romanhefte, Erzählungen, eBook, STAR GATE, SG, Fantastik, Phantastik, Bücher, Romane

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Sean Lamont Sutton The Great Sum

Oriental Flag and Designor Jeans

Business und Wirtschaft
Englisch
8962 Wörter
Ab 16 Jahren
601
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Prophecy and Omens to begin and see in advance of communication to become aware of government frauds used [mehr]

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George Eliot Silas Marner By

Literaturkritik
Englisch
70708 Wörter
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170
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In the days when the spinning-wheels hummed busily in the farmhouses—and even great ladies, clothed in silk and thread-lace, had their toy spinning-wheels of polished oak—there might be seen in districts far away among the lanes, or deep in the bosom of the hills, certain pallid undersized men, who, by the side of the brawny country-folk, looked like the remnants of a disinherited race. The shepherd's dog barked fiercely when one of these alien-looking men appeared on the upland, dark against the early winter sunset; for what dog likes a figure bent under a heavy bag?—and these pale men rarely stirred abroad without that mysterious burden. The shepherd himself, though he had good reason to believe that the bag held nothing but flaxen thread, or else the long rolls of strong linen spun from that thread, was not quite sure that this trade of weaving, indispensable though it was, could be carried on entirely without the help of the Evil One. In that far-off time superstition clung easily round every person or thing that was at all unwonted, or even intermittent and occasional merely, like the visits of the pedlar or the knife-grinder. No one knew where wandering men had their homes or their origin; and how was a man to be explained unless you at least knew somebody who knew his father and mother? To the peasants of old times, the world outside their own direct experience was a region of vagueness and mystery: to their untravelled thought a state of wandering was a conception as dim as the winter life of the swallows that came back with the spring; and even a settler, if he came from distant parts, hardly ever ceased to be viewed with a remnant of distrust, which would have prevented any surprise if a long course of inoffensive conduct on his part had ended in the commission of a crime; especially if he had any reputation for knowledge, or showed any skill in handicraft. All cleverness, whether in the rapid use of that difficult instrument the tongue, or in some other art unfamiliar to villagers, was in itself suspicious: honest folk, born and bred in a visible manner, were mostly not overwise or clever—at least, not beyond such a matter as knowing the signs of the weather; and the process by which rapidity and dexterity of any kind were acquired was so wholly hidden, that they partook of the nature of conjuring. In this way it came to pass that those scattered linen-weavers—emigrants from the town into the country—were to the last regarded as aliens by their rustic neighbours, and usually contracted the eccentric habits which belong to a state of loneliness. [mehr]

Stichwörter: Silas Marner, George Eliot

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Rene Winter Tran-Maro-Haram

Der Kampf der Fünf

Erotik
Deutsch
95363 Wörter
Ab 18 Jahren
1
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Tran-Maro-Haram (Der Kampf der Fünf) ist eine Sci-Fi-Story, bei der es explizite Beschreibungen, auch aus dem Bereich SM, gibt. Daher sollten es nur Erwachsene lesen. Zador V. ist seit vielen Jahren Imperator des atalantischen Imperiums, einem Sternenreich mit einem Zusammenschluss aus sieben humanoiden Rassen. Jetzt geht es um seinen Nachfolger. Bevor sein Enkel Martinosch als Nachfolger bestätigt werden kann, wird der von dem Rivalen Tremandur zum Tran-Maro-Haram, dem Kampf der Fünf, herausgefordert. Dabei geht es buchstäblich um Alles oder Nichts. Nicht nur die Nachfolge, auch der komplette Besitz der Kontrahenten ist der Einsatz. Kampf der Fünf bedeutet, dass die Kontrahenten sich vier Helfer, Sklaven nach atalantischem Recht, von außerhalb des Imperiums holen müssen, um sich mit denen zusammen unbekannten Aufgaben zu stellen. Vier Sklaven, die jeder Kontrahent ohne vorherige Absprache einfach entführt. Es wird entschieden, diese Sklaven von der Erde zu holen. Martinosch und Tremandur müssen ihre Sklaven auf sich einschwören und ausbilden, um die unbekannten Aufgaben zu erfüllen. Während Martinosch eher ein friedliches Miteinander anstrebt, ist Tremandur ein Hardliner und besteht auf seinem Willen. Tremandur hat sein Team aus vier Football-Spielern zusammengestellt und er hat sich von seinem Besuch bei der Erde noch eine Sklavin als persönliches Andenken mitgenommen. Martinosch dagegen hat als Team eine Hotelbesitzerin mit einem Barkeeper, ihre Tochter und deren Freundin, die zusammen wohnen. Wer motiviert und trainiert sein Team besser? Wer hat am Ende das bessere Team? Wer wird den Tran-Maro-Haram gewinnen? Wer wird neuer Imperator. Alles oder nichts. Auszug aus dem Buch: Mit einem leichten Verziehen der Mundwinkel nahm sie zur Kenntnis, dass jetzt zwei Männer vor der Tür zum Zimmer an der Gangwandung lehnten. Anscheinend hatte Akira jemanden getroffen. „Ist doch alles egal.“ Mit dieser müden Aussage ging Cloe an Jo und Akira vorbei in das Zimmer und legte sich auf ein Bett. Sie verschränkte die Arme hinter dem Kopf und starrte mit unbewegter Miene an die Decke. Zu erschüttert war ihr Weltbild durch ihre Schlussfolgerungen und sie versuchte sich dort neu zurechtzufinden. Jo und Akira staunten ihr hinterher. Elvira erhob sich und setzte sich neben ihre Tochter. „Was ist los, meine Kleine?“ fragte sie leise und legte ihr die Hand auf die Schulter. „Wir kommen hier nicht weg“, sagte Cloe leise. „Kein Ausgang?“ fragte Akira von der Tür her „Keiner.“ Alle schwiegen. Das war eine harte Feststellung. „Wir sind entführt worden“, erklärte Cloe leise weiter. Alle nickten. So viel war ihnen auch schon klar geworden. Keiner war freiwillig oder bewusst hier. „Von Aliens.“ Die Aussage ließ alle nach Luft schnappen. Jo und Akira sahen auf die beiden Fremden. Das waren doch Menschen, oder? Keine grünen Männchen oder diese Gesichter mit den riesigen Augen oder Tentakelwesen oder was man sonst so in Science-Fiction Filmen sah. „Wir sind in einem Raumschiff unterwegs, weg von der Erde.“ Das war die zweite Hammeraussage. Sie erschütterte jeden erneut. Auch Akira ließ das Gerät in der Hand kraftlos sinken. Alle Blicke richteten sich auf Cloe. Welche Hiobsbotschaft kam noch? Diesen Moment nutzte Hankador. Er war seit kurzem wieder wach und hatte unter halbgeschlossenen Lidern die Menschen beobachtet. Was da gerade gesprochen wurde, verstand er nicht, aber niemand sah zu ihm und die Betäubungswaffe war nicht mehr auf ihn gerichtet. Blitzschnell zuckte seine Rechte zu seinem Armbandgerät und sofort nach dem Kontakt zischte die Tür des Raums wieder zu. Die Menschen waren wieder gefangen. Zwar jetzt bewaffnet, aber er hatte die Zentralverriegelung aktiviert und damit alle Räume gesichert. [mehr]

Stichwörter: Science Fiction, Liebe, Beziehung, Vertrauen, Verantwortung, Wettkampf, Miteinander, Pflicht, Ehre, Mut, Treue, Erotik, Sex

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Original:Perugu.Ramakrishna Flemingo

Translation:Jagadhaatri

Lyrik und Poesie
Englisch
3399 Wörter
Keine Altersempfehlung
670
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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 [mehr]

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