“O Lord, You are the Supreme Personality of Godhead, who have accepted the brahmanas as Your worshipable deity. Your knowledge and memory are never disturbed by anxiety. You are the chief of all famous persons within this world, and Your lotus feet are worshiped by sages who are beyond the jurisdiction of punishment. O Lord Ramachandra, let us offer our respectful obeisances unto You.”

~ Srimad Bhagavatam 9.11.7

“He was a saintly king, and everything in His character was good, untinged by qualities like anger. He taught good behavior for everyone, especially for householders, in terms of varnashrama-dharma. Thus He taught the general public by His personal activities.”

~Srimad Bhagavatam 9.10.54

“Those persons who always chant β€œShri Ram”, β€œShri Ram”, without any doubt would get victory as well as salvation and happiness.”

~Ram sthava Raja

“O mind, remember Rama, who has a resplendent crown on His head, a pair of pendants in His ears, a lovely caste-mark on His forehead and ornaments on His lustrous body. His arms that reach the knees are holding the bow and arrows.”

~Sri Rama Stuti

“O Maharaja Pariksit, best of the Bharata dynasty, during the reign of Lord Ramachandra the forests, the rivers, the hills and mountains, the states, the seven islands and the seven seas were all favorable in supplying the necessities of life for all living beings.”

~Srimad Bhagavatam 9.10.52

“Those persons who always chant β€œShri Rama”, β€œShri Rama”, without any doubt would get victory as well as salvation and happiness.”

~Rama sthava Raja

“Meditate on Ram, the star of Raghu dynasty who is valorous and an expert in archery, the lotus eyed Lord who blesses us with all that is good.”

~Ram sthava Raja

Sukadeva Goswami said:
“Lord Ramachandra became King during Treta-yuga, but because of His good government, the age was like Satya-yuga. Everyone was religious and completely happy.”

~Srimad Bhagavatam 9.10.51

“May the Supreme Personality of Godhead’s holy names, His transcendental forms, His carriers and all the weapons decorating Him as personal associates protect our intelligence, senses, mind and life air from all dangers.”

~Srimad Bhagavatam 6.8.30

“Wherever Lord Ramachandra visited, the people approached Him with paraphernalia of worship and begged the Lord’s blessings. “O Lord,” they said, “as You rescued the earth from the bottom of the sea in Your incarnation as a boar, may You now maintain it. Thus we beg Your blessings.”

~Srimad Bhagavatam 9.11.29

“Mother Sita was very submissive, faithful, shy and chaste, always understanding the attitude of her husband. Thus by her character, her love and service she completely attracted the mind of the Lord.”

~Srimad Bhagavatam 9.10.55

Hanuman chanted the following mantra:
“Since Lord Shri Ramachandra is the Supreme Personality of Godhead, Vasudeva, He is not attached to anything in this material world. He is the most beloved Supersoul of all self-realized souls, and He is their very intimate friend.”

~Srimad Bhagavatam 5.19.6

“During the reign of Lord Ramachandra, the streets of the capital, Ayodhya, were sprinkled with perfumed water and drops of perfumed liquor, thrown about by elephants from their trunks. When the citizens saw the Lord personally supervising the affairs of the city in such opulence, they appreciated this opulence very much.”

~Srimad Bhagavatam 9.11.26


When the silent night was ended, and their pure ablutions done,
Joyous went the minstrel brothers, and their lofty lay begun,

Rama to the hermit minstrels lent a monarch’s willing car,
Blended with the simple music dulcet was the lay to hear,

And so sweet the chanted accents, Rama’s inmost soul was stirred,
With his royal guests and courtiers still the deathless lay he heard!

Heralds versed in old Puranas, Brahmans skilled in pious rite,
Minstrels deep in lore of music, poets fired by heavenly might,

Watchers of the constellations, min’sters of the festive day,
Men of science and of logic, bards who sang the ancient lay,

Painters skilled and merry dancers who the festive joy prolong
Hushed and silent in their wonder listed to the wondrous song!

And as poured the flood of music through the bright and livelong day,
Eyes and ears and hearts insatiate drank the nectar of the lay,

And the eager people whispered: ‘See the boys, how like our king
As two drops of limpid water from the parent bubble spring!

Were the boys no hermit-children, in the hermit’s garments clad,
We would deem them Rama’s image,-Rama as a youthful lad!’

Twenty cantos of the Epic thus the youthful minstrels sung,
And the voice of stringΓ©d music through the Epic rolled along,

Out spake Rama in his wonder: ‘Scarce I know who these may be,
Eighteen thousand golden pieces be the children-minstrels’ fee!’

‘Not so,’ answered thus the children, ‘we in darksome forests dwell,
Gold and silver, bounteous monarch, forest life beseem not well!’

‘Noble children!’ uttered Rama, ‘dear to me the words you say,
Tell me who composed this Epic,-Father of this deathless Lay?’

‘Saint Valmiki,’ spake the minstrels, ‘framed the great immortal song
Four and twenty thousand verses to this noble Lay belong,

Untold tales of deathless virtue sanctify his sacred line,
And five hundred glorious cantos in this glorious Epic shine,

In six Books of mighty splendour was the poet’s task begun,
With a seventh Book, supplemental is the poet’s labour done,

All thy matchless deeds, O monarch, in this Lay will brighter shine,
List to us from first to ending if thy royal heart incline!’

‘Be it so,’ thus Rama answered, but the hours of day were o’er,
And Valmiki’s youthful pupils to their cottage came once more.

Rama with his guests and courtiers slowly left the royal hall,
Eager was his heart to listen, eager were the monarchs all,

And the voice of song and music thus was lifted day to day,
And from day to day they listened to Valmiki’s deathless Lay!


Rich in royal worth and valour, rich in holy Vedic lore,
Dasaratha ruled his empire in the happy days of yore,

Loved of men in fair Ayodhya, sprung of ancient Solar Race,
Royal rishi in his duty, saintly rishi in his grace,

Great as INDRA in his prowess, bounteous as KUVERA kind,
Dauntless deeds subdued his foemen, lofty faith subdued his mind!

Like the ancient monarch Manu, father of the human race,
Dasa-ratha ruled his people with a father’s loving grace,

Truth and Justice swayed each action and each baser motive quelled
People’s Love and Monarch’s Duty every thought and deed impelled,

And his town like INDRA’S city, tower and dome and turret brave-
Rose in proud and peerless beauty on Sarayu’s limpid wave!

Peaceful lived the righteous people, rich in wealth in merit high,
Envy dwelt not in their bosoms and their accents shaped no lie,

Fathers with their happy households owned their cattle, corn, and gold,
Galling penury and famine in Ayodhya had no hold,

Neighbours lived in mutual kindness helpful with their ample wealth,
None who begged the wasted refuse, none who lived by fraud and stealth!

And they wore the gem and earring, wreath and fragrant sandal paste,
And their arms were decked with bracelets, and their necks with nishkas graced,

Cheat and braggart and deceiver lived not in the ancient town,
Proud despiser of the lowly wore not insults in their frown,

Poorer fed not on the richer, hireling friend upon the great,
None with low and lying accents did upon the proud man wait

Men to plighted vows were faithful, faithful was each loving wife,
Impure thought and wandering fancy stained not holy wedded life,

Robed in gold and graceful garments, fair in form and fair in face,
Winsome were Ayodhya’s daughters, rich in wit and woman’s grace

Twice-born men were free from passion, lust of gold and impure greed,
Faithful to their Rites and Scriptures, truthful in their word and deed,

Altar blazed in every mansion, from each home was bounty given,
‘Stooped no man to fulsome falsehood, questioned none the will of Heaven.

Kshatras bowed to holy Brahmans, Vaisyas to the Kshatras bowed
Toiling Sudras lived by labour, of their honest duty proud,

To the Gods and to the Fathers, to each guest in virtue trained,
Rites were done with true devotion as by holy writ ordained,

Pure each caste in due observance, stainless was each ancient rite,
And the nation thrived and prospered by its old and matchless might,

And each man in truth abiding lived a long and peaceful life,
With his sons and with his grandsons, with his loved and honoured wife.

Thus was ruled the ancient city by her monarch true and bold,
As the earth was ruled by Mann in the misty days of old,

Troops who never turned in battle, fierce as fire and strong and brave,
Guarded well her lofty ramparts as the lions guard the cave.

Steeds like INDRA’S in their swiftness came from far Kamboja’s land,
From Vanaya and Vahlika and from Sindhu’s rock-bound strand,

Elephants of mighty stature from the Vindhya mountains came,
Or from deep and darksome forests round Himalay’s peaks of fame,

Matchless in their mighty prowess, peerless in their wondrous speed,
Nobler than the noble tuskers sprung from high celestial breed.

Thus Ayodhya, ‘virgin city, faithful to her haughty name,
Ruled by righteous Dasa-ratha won a world-embracing fame,

Strong-barred gates and lofty arches, tower and dome and turret high
Decked the vast and peopled city fair as mansions of the sky.

Queens of proud and peerless beauty born of houses rich in fame,
Loved of royal Dasa-ratha to his happy mansion came,

Queen Kausalya blessed with virtue true and righteous Rama bore,
Queen Kaikeyi young and beauteous bore him Bharat rich in lore,

Queen Simitra bore the bright twins, Lakshman and Satruglina bold,
Four brave princes served their father in the happy days of old!



The 7th Incarnation of The God Vishnu, He was born in Treta Yuga. Maharshi Vashishtha had given him this name “Rama”.
The Perfect Avatar of Supreme Protector Lord Vishnu, The Symbol of Courtesy and Virtue, The Embodiment of Truth & Morality, The Best of Upholders of Dharma, Maryada Purushottam, The Exemplary Combination of Love, Compassion & Strength.

The words ‘rays’ and radiance’ come from the Sanskrit root word ‘ra’. ‘Ra’ means light, ‘Ma’ means within me, in my heart. So, Rama means the light within me. That which is radiant in every particle of being is Rama.

Lord Rama was born to Dasharath and Kousalya
Dasharath means ‘Ten Chariots’. The ten chariots symbolize the five sense organs and five organs of action. Kousalya means ‘skill’. The skilful rider of the ten chariots can give birth to Ram. When the ten are used skilfully, radiance is born within.

Lord Rama was born in Ayodhya. Ayodhya means ‘a place where no war can happen’. When there is no conflict in our mind, then the radiance can dawn.

The word Rama means one who is divinely blissful and who gives joy to others, and one in whom the sages rejoice. Try to be Rama in actions.

Lord Rama was born on the 9th day of Chaitra Navratras. He killed Ravan on 10th day after worshipping Shakti for 9 days during Sharadiya Navratras. Hindus should ponder this image.

The Lord of the Raghus, King Ramacandra! The purifier of the fallen! Glories to Sri Sri Sita Rama! The auspicious Lord of the Mountain, Sita Rama! The Ones dear to the devotees, Sita Rama! All glories, all glories to the descendent of the Raghu dynasty!

Glories to Sri Rama, who is the Giver of happiness, the Auspicious One, who is as lustrous as the moon, to the ever-lasting one, the Lotus-eyed One, the Abode of Laksmi, the King of kings, and the Most Exalted of the Raghu dynasty.

Though His face is like a spotless moon, still it is further brightened by a shining crown of jewels. His earrings resemble Jupiter and Venus rising in the evening sky. I forever worship this Lord Sri Rama, guru of the three worlds.

Lord Rama is the personification of dharma. Lord Rama is called Maryada Purushottama; an epitome of the Perfect Man or Lord of Self-Control. A person of impeccable integrity and moral values.

According to Vishnu Sahasranama, a list of thousand names of Lord Vishnu, Rama is the 394th name of Lord Vishnu.

O Lord Ramacandra, O Husband of Sita, O Son of Dasaratha, O chief descendant of the Raghu dynasty, O lotus-eyed Son of Kausalya, O elder brother of Laksmana, O Master of Hanuman. Oh older brother of Bharata! O Lord Who holds a bow in His hand. all glories unto You!

O Lord who performed the activities of a saintly person wandering in the Danaka forest, O Lord who holds a bow in his hand, O killer of demon Dusana, O builder of the bridge across the ocean, O shelter of Vibhisana, O killer of Ravana, the daemonic king of Lanka, O Lord of the Kosala province, all glories upto you.

Chief of the house of Raghu, Lord Rama,
Upliflers of those who have fallen, Sita and Rama, Sita and Rama, Sita and Rama,
O beloved, praise Sita and Rama,
Glories to Rama, Glories to his devotee bhakta Hanuman,
Bless everyone with this wisdom, Lord.

Merciful Lord, Compassionate to poor n benefactor of Kaushalya is born, Mother is joyous on seeing him, thought of whose marvelous form steal hearts of sages.

Beautiful to the eyes, his hue like a rain-cloud, weapons in his four hands; a necklace of forest-flowers, large eyes, slayer of demon Khar is an ocean of beauty.

You’re compassion n bliss personified, an ocean of virtue; vedas n sages sing your glories. O Beloved of all, O Lord of Laxmi, you are born for my sake.

Vedas say You can create a universe from one pore of Your body by Your Maya. That you lived in my womb, even wise find it difficult to believe.

Lord Rama is

Sruta Bhashi: Rama always spoke truth

Hita Bhashi: He spoke whatever was pleasant to hear.

Mita Bhashi: He spoke very little.

Purva Bhashi: He did not wait for others to open a dialogue. He opened the conversation.

He was born to Vanquish the greatest Evil that existed Millennias ago

He was born to go the distance thousand of yojans(miles) over Lane & Sea to rescue his Love.

He was the first man to use most powerful weapon in ancient India Brahmastra(nuclear weapon)

He was born to be a complete Man

He was born to create Ram Rajya (a perfectly governed Kingdom)

He was born to give us hope that Good always Rises above Evil.

He was born to be Legend.

He was Ram.

Shri Ram/Rama is revered because he exemplified that no matter what trials & tribulations one goes through; one can go through life untouched & maintain absolute inner balance & equanimity.

Shri Ramachandra is hugely worshipped. He had continuous problems: the worst kind of drama was happening, a completely disastrous life, but he remained balanced. He did his administration and whatever work he had to do with such balance and efficiency that after thousands of years, when we talk about an ideal nation, we say β€œRama Rajya” (a perfectly governed kingdom).
Whatever happened in his life, if just one of those things happened to someone, most people will crack up. He was facing serial disasters, but still he was doing everything to the best of his ability in the given moment and fulfilling his duties, whatever he had to do.

The Ramayana (an ancient vedic hindu epic poem, story of Lord Rama) is not just a story which happened long ago; it has a philosophical, spiritual significance and a deep truth in it. It is said that the Ramayana is happening in your own body.

Your soul is Rama, your mind is Sita(wife of Rama), your breath or life force(pranam) is Hanuman(greatest devotee of Rama), your awareness is Laxmana(younger brother of Rama), and your ego is Ravana(enemy of Lord Rama). When the mind was stolen by Ravana(the ego) then the soul got restless. Now the soul cannot reach the mind on its own, it has to take help of the breath – the prana. With the help of the prana, the mind got reunited with the soul, and the ego vanished.

You cannot control what the world throws at you. But what you make out of it is one hundred percent yours. Sri Rama is an epitome of this.

Ram Rajya is the rule of Dharma that honors the universal truth of Self-realization, such as the great Rishis and Yogis taught to Sri Ram, from the Ramayana to Yoga Vasishta.

May Lord Rama the epitome of righteous actions, compassion, simplicity, sacrifice, courage guide us in our path to attainment of a selfless life always.





Looking into her eyes
Her eyes her eyes
I drown in her deep pools of blue that shine brighter than a thousand suns
Blinding me by her immense radiance
Immediately my living hell turns into paradise
The fire in her eyes full of a sought after passion by all mankind
Here I am caught in her mesmerizing glance
An everlasting glance
Everything vanishes except for this divine apparition
That imprisons me and frees me at the same time
The sight of her beauty
Stirring passions juices
A taste of eternity
My heart thumping rapidly in my chest

Every cell in my body dances with pleasure

This Goddess that walked into my life
Her eyes her eyes
They were on fire and yet soft is her gaze
Sets my body ablaze
I knew in an instant I would allow her to burn all my desires
Melting away my yesterdays and tomorrow’s
Except my desire for this, this tall slender elegant sexual Goddess
standing before me
This divine feminine
I would bow to I would honor
For eternity
I was under her spell
She could tell
Her full lucious lips moist like the morning dew
Temptingly partially apart

I wanted to place my mouth upon

The sight of her luscious
curvaceous breasts peering out from her ravaging low cut elegant red velvet dress
Weakens my entire body
And yet I never felt so alive
By this stunning beauty
This Goddess of Heaven
Sent from Heaven itself
Her well defined waist I wanted to hold
To pull her close
To feel her against me
To touch her
Everything vanished except my desire to caress this delicate
creature with the inner strength of a raging lion
I wanted her more than I’ve wanted anyone more than anything
The love she awakened in me
I would embrace forever

Our lips meet

Softly softly
Full on
My love for this Goddess deeper than an ocean
I wanted to make her mine
An impossible dream
However, I still dreamed
Our love stripped us bare
Standing in our nakedness
We wanted to share
In an intimacy so rare
Pleasuring each other
In nights candle light
Swimming in loves sweetness
A union of infinite delight.


O luscious and lustrous Damsel of my Cupid’s Heaven,
Thou art there a glowing Star, shining β€˜pon my rapt heart’s gloomy craven!
Thou art there to end my hunger for thy love, and the bounteous beauty with thou entertain.
Thou art there to irrigate the barren lands of my deserted life with thy eternal enlightening rain.
Thou art thou to feed a hopeless hunger never satisfied by thine foods.
Thou art thou mind, body and soul without disdain connection or myth.
Thou art thou life, you seem to giveth and taketh simultaneously.
Thou art thou regimen, thou prescription and thou medicine.
Thou art thou past, thou present and thou future.
Thou drencheth me in joy so pure, naught dare pollute.
Thou art everywhere my dreams wander; ever lucid, infamously absolute.
Thy smile gleams with the light of the rising sun.
Thou art, for my heart, the only one.
Thou art the fields of Heaven ; Golden peace waving in celestial breeze.
Thou art the feather that can force me to my knees.
Thou art the wings that lift me to journey the sky.
Thy soft whisper makes my heart fly.

My Moon Goddess: The Mirage of Heaven β€πŸ˜πŸ˜˜

How beautifully deceitful is the moon?
Alluring us & bringing with tales of eternal romance in one moment
Only to break our hearts in the next moment
Shining a light to make my lover’s breasts more attractive,
Only to take them away! Such contradictory tales that warm & anger the soul:

The Moon of my life.
The Moon came to the night’s celebration dressed as a bride
I don’t know if beauty is absolute or relative but a goddess I love is always the most beautiful woman in the entire universe. Power of my goddess lies in her gentle touch, her breath, her smile, her essence, her whole femininity.
A lotus is beautiful even if it is in the midst of muck; the blemish on the moon, despite its darkness, only highlights the moon’s lustre; her simple bark attire only enhances the loveliness of this maiden.Indeed, what will not serve as a decoration for something that is intrinsically beautiful?

The moon
Bringing me in the arms
Of a newlywed bride
Just a bit wavy
Drops of Ganga
dripping from the hair
Binding vermilion shining
like saffron
With a mix of a blush
that is unique to her cheeks

The moon
Bringing forth salacious vampires
Bloodthirsty for her flesh
Swelling pale necks with milk-white teeth up & down
Ready to “pounce”
To spice up lush
Like rose-colored flesh

The moon
Showering such hypnotic moonlight
That all famish is gone
No matter how lavish the meal
Shunned by the stomach
Imprisoned in the refrigerator
Next to the dark chocolate
Blushing like the reddest cherry

The moon
Lying under the dirty covers
Null at its best
In between the virgin destinies of soft palms
Fallen deep in depths
Not unlike the nightly dose
Of the blue tablet

The moon
Reminding me of the isolation
Producing roar-like screams
The naked walls…one more ugly reminder
Full of anguish
Pouring out en masse
Now in the form
of tears of blood
The increment of those found
In a newborn baby

The moon
Bringing forth the darkness of agony
Waterfall tears to drench the sand
Taking the ever restless turns
Rolling in the eternal screams of anxiety
Breaking piece by piece

The moon
Now also targeting
The depressed angel
Soaring in isolation with a broken wing
Barely hanging on
Burned by with the fire of torment as shiny as golden beans
Left to rot…who can comprehend such pain
But a jackfruit robbed of its taste?

This is the moon & its moonlight
Putting illusions of romance in the fairytales
To destroy the realities of our hearts…forever!


Oh, rosy faced one, are you the personified numen of Respect, Renown or Resplendence, or the Felicitous Lakshmi herself, or oh, curvaceous one, are you a nymphal Apsara, or the numen of Benefactress, or a self-motivated woman, or Rati Devi, the consort of Manmatha, the Love God.
Your teeth are evenly, smooth and their tips are like jasmine buds, and your whitish broad eyes are spotless, reddish at ends, and pupils are black.
Your hips are beamy, thighs burly akin to elephant’s trunks, and these two breasts of yours that are ornamented with best jewellery are rotund, rubbing and bumping each other, and they are swinging up and up, their nipples are brawny and jutting out, and they are smoothish like palm-fruits, thus they are covetable for they are beautiful.
Oh, allurer, your smile is alluring, teeth are alluring, and your eyes allure, oh, beauty, your waist is palmful, your hair velvety, your breasts are jostling, and you rob my soul as a spate robs riverbank.
I have not hitherto seen any earthly female with this kind of features on the face of earth; or, a goddess – no; no, none whosoever!

You’re the one Epitome of Perfection β€πŸ˜πŸ˜˜

Her hair, a molten red sunrise
Illuminating her lustrous skin.
Her smile, a halo shine where heaven lies
Rising from her angelic complexion,
Bejeweled with rapture blue eyes.

Her impish figure with wasp waist
Flows like a river’s curves.
A slow current without haste,
That cascades and swerves.
No curve misplaced.

Kisses light the skies
With her narcotic lips.
She can hypnotize
With her psychodelic hips,
And her radiant thighs.

And the attributes that captivates
Holding my attentions span
First her eyes their delicate lines
Then the softness of her hands
In those moments we collide

Hand in hand, body and soul
We intertwine becoming whole
I taste her in her prime
Her fire, her need, her desire
Each drop fuels our lust
Each second builds with each thrust.

My Voluptuous Curvaceous Bombshell Goddess β€πŸ˜πŸ˜˜

The Bewitching Beauty

She is the sum total of life.

She is the embodiment of human kindness and compassion.

She is the manifestation of the positive vibes hovering around this world.

She transcends above all barriers, boundaries, bridles and controls to propagate the fragrance of her inner sweetness to all around.

She reaches that domain of elevation which can be termed as blissful state of affairs.

She defines what is beauty in this world.

Her physical structures can be described as simply scintillating to say the least.

She is the amalgamation of worldly attractiveness and Godly elegance.

She is a numero uno sensation living in the face of this world.

She is the best wonder in the world than the wonderful aspects of this world.

She stands redeemed as the touchstone of supplness and delicacy.

A Goddess of tremendous physical features and mental vibrancy.

To you,the eternal bow of respectability.

I love you so so much, and I’ll love you until I die, and if there’s a life after that, I’ll love you then.