I Am A Cliche
I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche you've seen before
I am a cliche that lives next door
I am a cliche you know what I mean
I am a cliche pink is obscene
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Boredom boredom boring boredom
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Boredom boredom boring boredom
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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I Am A Cliche
I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche I am a cliche
I am a cliche you've seen before
I am a cliche that lives next door
I am a cliche you know what I mean
I am a cliche pink is obscene
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Boredom boredom boring boredom
Yama yama yama yama yama yama
Boredom boredom boring boredom
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Due
The word mercy is not there
In the dictionary of Yama
The God of death.
Mercy is with You always
Yama is under Your control.
I am calling you always
I pray again and again
If you think fit give me
My due as You wish.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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No Departing
Life being tied off in His leash
My body shaken off its mortal
My soul happily soared after Yama
Long awaited chance.My eagerness
Headed before all along the dark netherworld
Longing soulfully to meet prophetess Savitri.
That was the day of fasting ceremony
By norms and prayers for my husband.
Consequently i broke down as a sumangali.
Wished to be blessed by suvasini Savitri
The saviour of her husband from Yama.
By my request Yama departed me
At a point on the path of light.
I floated along with mind running on
My aged husband immobile and helpless
Nobody attending to his needs.Poor he!
I grew depressed.'wanna go back? '
Ah my wish, Savitri touched me dispersedly.
I prayed, 'want my husband here please! '
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Swan flies away
The Swan Will Fly Away All Alone,
Spectacle of the World Will Be a Mere Fair
As the Leaf Falls from the Tree
Is Difficult to Find
Who Knows Where it Will Fall
Once it is Struck with a Gust Of Wind
When Life Span is Complete
Then Listening to Orders, Following Others, Will Be Over
The Messengers of Yama are Very Strong
It's an Entanglement with the Yama
Servant Kabir Praises the Attributes of the Lord
He Finds the Lord Soon
Guru Will Go According to His Doings
The Disciple According to His!
The time is Yama
A grandmother and her teenage daughter
Had been in my observation for sometimes.
The girl was in bloom like a green shoot.
The lady was with wrinkles like a dry bark.
I mused with pity for the lady
And valued with merit for the girl.
Once the lady must have been a green shoot.
One day, the girl would be a dry bark.
The time is the cruelest Yama, ha.
01.04.2007
[Yama is the god of death in the Hindu mythology}
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Last Flight
Ud Jayega Huns Akela,
Jug Darshan Ka Mela
Jaise Paat Gire Taruvar Se,
Milna Bahut Duhela
Naa Jane Kidhar Girega,
Lageya Pawan Ka Rela
Jub Howe Umur Puri,
Jab Chute Ga Hukum Huzuri
Jum Ke Doot Bade Mazboot,
Jum Se Pada Jhamela
Das Kabir Har Ke Gun Gawe,
Wah Har Ko Paran Pawe
Guru Ki Karni Guru Jayega,
Chele Ki Karni Chela
English Translation
The Swan Will Fly Away All Alone,
Spectacle of the World Will Be a Mere Fair
As the Leaf Falls from the Tree
Is Difficult to Find
Who Knows Where it Will Fall
Once it is Struck with a Gust Of Wind
When Life Span is Complete
Then Listening to Orders, Following Others, Will Be Over
The Messengers of Yama are Very Strong
It's an Entanglement with the Yama
Servant Kabir Praises the Attributes of the Lord
He Finds the Lord Soon
Guru Will Go According to His Doings
The Disciple According to His
Just Fit In, We're Going
here comes the sun, is a cliche.
i put a spell on you, is another cliche.
i think i love you, most abused cliche.
you complete me, movie cliche,
strawberry fields,
scents of magnolia, fresh and soothing,
vanilla ice cream,
chocolate Popsicle,
mint puffs,
and cotton candy, and black forest.
coca-cola and ice cubes,
inside a glass
against the summer sun
your lips sucking the straw
your face covered with my shadow.
i am no longer conscious about their
taboos
got mine, and i like it
when i am finally free.
i store more cliches and
lick them
like Popsicle on a hot
summer day.
no hard feelings. Just fit in.
we're going.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Clichés I Have Loved
‘My life has been one long…
cliché! …’ she sobbed.
He put his sunburned
muscular forearm flecked
with golden hairs
around her shaking shoulders.
She lifted her tear-brimmed,
reddening eyes to meet
his steady gaze.
‘Oh my darling..’
she breathed.
And they fell into
a passionate
cliché..
I’ve said it before and
I’ll say it again.
One man’s cliché is
another woman’s love-byte.
John Ciardi said,
The craft of poetry
is not easy.
It is better than easy.
It is joyously difficult.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Love In War
[Hook]
Let's kiss, not fight
Try to do whats right tonight
Make love, not war
What the hell are we living for? [repeat]
[Verse]
Tonight we'll make the prettiest song that no one will ever hear
No one will ever hear
No one will ever
These ain't the times to be alone cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is near
Cliche the end is
Quickly approaching while we carry on
No one is promised another day
Why can't the story end like fairytales often do
Before I let you leave I've got to say-ay-ay-ay
[Hook]
[Instrumental]
[Hook]
song performed by by Outkast
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Economics is a subject profoundly conducive to cliche, resonant with boredom. On few topics is an American audience so practiced in turning off its ears and minds. And none can say that the response is ill advised.
quote by John Kenneth Galbraith
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Yema quells other fears
In me dies the fear of God;
I don’t pray as time runs out.
In me dies the fear of people;
I don’t love as their help dries out.
In me dies the fear of space,
Shrines being no longer divine.
In me dies the fear of soil;
I don’t long for it, about to leave.
In me dies the fear of looks
As I live a life of neglects.
In me lies the fear Yama
As to how He would conduct me.
[Yema is the god of death]
15.03.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Any great truth can -- and eventually will -- be expressed as a cliche -- a cliche is a sure and certain way to dilute an idea. For instance, my grandmother used to say, 'The black cat is always the last one off the fence.' I have no idea what she meant, but at one time, it was undoubtedly true.
quote by Solomon Short
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Sumiregusa
Mono no awarẽ
Murasaki iro no hana
Haru no hana
To fuyu mo koyuki
Harahara
(The poignancy of things
A purple flower
The blossoms of spring
And the light snow of winter
How they fall)
Shizẽn no bi kana
Ah! Midori no ha to
Aki no iro
(The beauty of nature
A green leaf and
Autumn colours)
Kaze no koe
Tori no saezuri
Kanashii umi
Yorokobino umi
Yama
Koishi
Ayamegusa
(The voice of the wind
The song of birds
A sad sea
A joyful sea
Mountains
Pebbles
A wild iris)
song performed by by Enya
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It is a cliche that most cliches are true, but then like most cliches, that cliche is untrue.
quote by Stephen Fry
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Fear of Yema
In me dies the fear of God.
He is to me mere a witness.
In me dies the fear of men.
Their backs are well discernable.
In me dies the fear of women
As I got rid of my shame.
In me dies the fear of dark
As I know the light as a quilt.
In me dies the fear of space,
Found alike under dome and tomb.
In me lies the fear of Time;
Yema is sighted in the yard.
Fear of Yema
Kills love of all.
[Yama is the Hindu God that terminates one’s life. Riding on a buffalo, he execute,
Without a hearing or mercy.]
15.03.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Devi Abhirami
So much is thine fulgent ear-stud
Hey Devi for thine mercy to scud
Fulgently up the sky to a moony thud
Saving Subramanyan thine child
Stashing hundred and one hymns for us piled
King Serfoji thence to feel beguiled
And Kallapillaiyar at thy abode
Dwelling to hide a potful Amruth-load
And thine spouse on another mode
Again to hide Amruth elsewhere to rid
The punishable devas' pride to unbid
Amruthagateshwar Himself to abraid
Hey Abhirami, beauteous born of Vishnu's ornament
Is that thine vernal refulgency affluent
Amruthagateshwar wheedled to vent
Life Markandeya's with ever a blessed sixteen
Then there to punish yama kicked umpteen
Thence we to drown in thine bliss- marine
poem by Indira Renganathan
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War is Boredom
War is Boredom
War is Boredom
War can be defined as long periods of boredom, short burst of terror, seemingly lasting forever, To those who are there, Waiting for another outburst, which never seems to cease.
You Pray, you count all your blessings, the outgoing not what you fear, its the incoming that can't be trusted.
War can be defined as boredom, for those who's life was spared, as the days in between that matters, on those who life spent there.
2008
poem by Charles Garcia
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I Know You'll Decieve
Your are far from me
out of my sight, I cannot see
Its with you I feel free
my hand in yours
a steady stream into your soul
an eternal flame or at least a hot coal
my feelings are true
how can I explain to you?
am I as cliche as I believe
because in my heart I know you'll decieve
In my head are thoughts of love
mentally I give them a shove
I try to stay distant
but feelings stay consistant
you tempt me with your looks
when you glance up from your books
What I desire- What I desire-
Your trap me behind bars
will you also give me scars?
that look in your eye
will it be followed by a silent sigh?
am I as cliche as I believe
in my heart I know you'll decieve
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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Raped By Duality
On one hand you fly high
In your thoughts
Never say die
On the otherhand you just sigh
Succumbing to the rots
That society gives you
On one hand worshipping virtue
Oh so feel good that we love to do
And the devil appears as if on cue
Greed and decadence, hatred and poison
Always threatening for a coup
Virtues gone askew?
On one hand following ideals
That someone else made
Merging them in yours, so it reveals
And then the 'I ' that never fades
Living in egos porch
The heart gets scorched
Swinging our desires
From right to wrong
From ice to fire
From good to greed
From jailed to freed
From bond to secede
From love to hate
From solo to mate
From calm to irate
From isolate to conjugate
From' I, Me, Myself ' to a soulmate
Are we just birds on paper?
That the painter does not release
And we are the painter.
Are we rape victims?
Enraged, crying
We the victims and the rapists in one?
Are we alive
Or just dead
Before the verdict of Yama?
poem by Renu Rakheja
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Chris: Benny, your life's just too boring. Great art needs drama. You have to suffer.
Klara: That's just a cliché.
line from Migrumpies, script by Aleksandar Petrović (2017)
Submitted by Festivalul Filmului European
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