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Madras

I love those curries
From Madras
But the morning after
Pleasure's passed.

poem by David Keig
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Madras

Give me the madras and let me feel so high!
And like a sailor's survival with the autumn wind;
But like a gold in the morning sun,
I will be with you today and forever.

Hand on to the ropes and let the event of things pass you by,
For at dawn i will be fed with the madras;
And to give a legion like the autumn wind.

The tower of my strength is in this madras!
With the life of the nature of things to see thorugh your love;
And like a gold in the morning sun.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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There was an Old Man of Madras,
Who rode on a cream-coloured ass;
But the length of its ears,
So promoted his fears,
That it killed that Old Man of Madras.

by Edward Lear from A Book of Nonsense (1846)
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Sometimes a director is making three films. Perhaps he is shooting a film in Madras and a film in Bombay and he can't leave Madras as some shooting has to be done, so he directs by telephone. The shooting takes place. On schedule.

quote by Satyajit Ray
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Another day to remember

That day is the day with rebound of joy.
She waited as I told, and had my call.
The same flavour was in her talk, I saw.
Her love hasn’t gone stale by time and space.
To love out of contest, one is contrite.
To leave any evidence, one is afraid.
The stage of guilt, she has passed.
The stage of qualm she is yet to pass.

Whether the qualm withers or not
Let the summer come to wilt it out.
30.09.2000, Madras

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Most of the top actors and actresses may be working in ten or twelve films at the same time, so they will give one director two hours and maybe shoot in Bombay in the morning and Madras in the evening. It happens.

quote by Satyajit Ray
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I feel so bad without you...

I feel so bad without you,
All my dreams are about you.
I lie in bed, thinking of only you.

You are my dearest and nearest,
The only one and sweetest.
Out of all you are the greatest.

You are so delicate and good
You quickly change my mood.
Your love I prefer to any food.

I love you so much, my darling.
You always look so charming,
When telling me "Good morning".

I touch you with my tongue,
You are my song I'd sung,
With you I am always young.

Every morning when I wake up
I want to have your love cup.
And slowly with pleasure sup.

I don't want you to loose,
Out of all only you I chose.
With only you I like to booze.

All days with you are the fests,
You have already passed all tests.
On you my whole life rests.

You are my inspiration and muse,
To love you I will never refuse,
My lovely drink - an orange juice.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska(Odessa, Ukraine)
The 1st of April,2012

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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There But For

If I had passed you, one morning on the beach,
I'd have nodded and, half smiling,
said some ordinary thing
like, ‘Lovely morning'.
Then you'd have returned my nod and,
politely, half smiling,
agreed.
I would probably have thought
you seemed that sort of lady
who was nice enough.
And, when we'd passed,
I might then have turned
to observe you from behind,
in that way men do.
Then, continuing on my way,
I could have passed
a woman even younger.
One prettier in that way men find
at once to be attractive.
And, after acknowledging her
and she me,
I would, most likely,
have observed her, too, from behind.
Then, my thoughts loitering a while,
continued walking further,
and further,
from you...

poem by Red O'Mara
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Father

Father, blessed father,
Its morning again.
I give you, father, myself, father,
Continue your plan.
I know together we can climb mountains in the sky.
No one can stop us when Im standing by your side.
Troubles knocking here again;
Ill tell him jesus has me by his hand.
Hell walk me through.
Father, loving father,
Create in me
A pure love, father, your love, father,
Instill it in me.
I remember the nights Ive cried for you;
Now I only have to die for you;
Thank you, lord, youve made it clear just for me.
I see the light;
Its burning out the night.
Oh, father,
Its morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.
Morning.

song performed by by Amy Grant
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Love is a pleasure

Pursuit of love is a pleasure.
Pining of love is a pleasure.
Pain of love is a pleasure.
Failure of love too is so.
Any stage of love is a pleasure.
30.03.2007

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pleasure Is The Bait

Excitement gives pleasure;
Exploration gives pleasure;
Sexual love gives pleasure.
Pleasures are momentary.

Pleasure can peak the happiness
Or cause the valley of sorrow.
Pleasure is the bait one's after
Not minding the after-effects.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Early Mornin'

Early mornin'
All right, I was out real late last night
Got a little messy
Early morning
Can't be like that anymore, oh
I was shaking my ass in the streets this morning
Just walked in and it's early morning
Bump, bump till the break of dawn and
It don't stop till the early morning
Passed out on the couch I'm yawning
Just walked in and it's early morning
Bump, bump till the break of dawn and
It don't stop till the early morning
Wanna talk to
When he walked up someone grabbed him
But I liked him to come here
Kinda cool
Baby, we can make plans
Where ya live
Does your mama live there
We can hook up at the hotel
Hands down so
I told him, let's go
But waht happened next, guess?
But you don't wanna know
I was shaking my ass in the streets this morning
Just walked in and it's early morning
Bump, bump till the break of dawn and
It don't stop till the early morning
Passed out on the couch I'm yawning
Just walked in and it's early morning
Bump, bump till the break of dawn and
It don't stop till the early morning
Oh, in love
So I approached him
We gotta give him his friends
There's something bout him that show
So I said, what the hell
Let's go
Got up, got on the dance floor
Hooked up with a guy named Joe
When the music was fast and slow
But waht happened next, guess?
But you don't wanna know
I was shaking my ass in the streets this morning
Just walked in and it's early morning
Bump, bump till the break of dawn and
It don't stop till the early morning
Passed out on the couch I'm yawning
Just walked in and it's early morning
Bump, b

song performed by by Britney Spears
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I Walk On Ha- Melech George St. In The Morning Light

I WALK ON HAMELECH GEORGE ST. IN THE MORNING LIGHT

I walk on HaMelech George Street in the morning light-
Worlds open up-
I remember walking here often many years ago-
Vague longing and regret mix with pleasure
In my mind-
Soon I may never walk here again.

There is so much in Life to love and enjoy -
Soon there may be no more of it for me.

A regret at my own life-
That I have not lived enough-
And that it will go
As all things go –

Yet there is pleasure
In simply being alive
In the fullness of feeling
Inside
I cannot describe-

There is so much in Life to Love and Enjoy.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Warning

Bat your eyes girl
Be otherworldly
Count your blessings
Seduce a stranger
Whats so wrong
With being happy?
Kudos to those who
See through sickness
Yeah
Over and over
And over and over
She woke in the morning
She knew that her life
Had passed her by
She called out a warning
Dont ever let life pass you by
I suggest we
Learn to love ourselves
Before its made illegal
When will we learn
When will we change
Just in time to see it
All come down
Those left standing
Will make millions
Writing books on ways
It should have been
She woke in the morning
She knew that her life
Had passed her by
She called out a warning
Dont ever let life pass you by
Floating in this cosmic jacuzzi
We are like frogs oblivious
To the water starting to boil
Now I flinch and
We all float face down
She woke in the morning
She knew that her life
Had passed her by
She called out a warning
Dont ever let life pass you by
Pass you by

song performed by by Incubus
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Opposite displeasure

Success gives pleasure.
Conquest gives pleasure.
Revenge gives pleasure.
Hunting gives pleasure.
Coveting gives pleasure.
Mind; every pleasure
Gives equal and opposite
Displeasure to others.
In a way we act as sadists
04.05.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Quest

I am looking for Love. Has he passed this way,
With eyes as blue as the skies of May,
And a face as fair as the summer dawn?--
You answer back, but I wander on,--
For you say: 'Oh, yes; but his eyes were gray,
And his face as dim as a rainy day.'

Good friends, I query, I search for Love;
His eyes are as blue as the skies above,
And his smile as bright as the midst of May
When the truce-bird pipes: Has he passed this way?
And one says: 'Ay; but his face, alack!
Frowned as he passed, and his eyes were black.'

O who will tell me of Love? I cry!
His eyes are as blue as the mid-May sky,
And his face as bright as the morning sun;
And you answer and mock me, every one,
That his eyes were dark, and his face was wan,
And he passed you frowning and wandered on.

But stout of heart will I onward fare,
Knowing _my_ Love is beyond--somewhere,--
The Love I seek, with the eyes of blue,
And the bright, sweet smile unknown of you;
And on from the hour his trail is found
I shall sing sonnets the whole year round.

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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I Dig Love

I dig love
I dig love
I dig love
Hm, I dig love in the morning
I dig love in the evening
I dig love and I want you to know I dig love
I love dig
I love dig
I love dig
Hm, I love dig in the morning
I love dig every evening
I dig love and I want you to know I dig love
Small love, big love, I dont care
Loves all good love to me
Left love, right love, anywhere love
Theres a rare love, come on and get it, its free
I dig love
I dig love
I dig love
Hm, I dig love in the morning
I dig love in the evening
I dig love and I want you to know I dig love
Bought love, short love, in any port
Loves always there to see
Make love, take love, but you should give love
And try to live love, come on thats where you should be
I dig love
I dig love
I dig love
Hm, I dig love in the morning
I dig love in the evening
I dig love and I want you to know I dig love
Yes, I want you to know I dig love
Yes, I want you to know I dig love
To know I dig love
Yes, I do
I dig love (repeat and fade)

song performed by by George Harrison
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Madras

The ambience of the oceanic swells
The azure of the sky drowned therein
The sandy shore with ozonic breeze
The uncluttered stretch up the last eyeline

Eaten the sun-feast beatan by night gleam
Starry twinkling winking at statues' conspiracy
Over the panorama the illuminated beam
The light-house sea-marking with accuracy

There, her majesty queen Mary
With her radio recreations
Literates of Presidency and University
Smiling Mahathma musically on fridays

Spinning around many a pantheon
Of heritage and history
Names of many a medallion
In library of a century

Deities of age old temples
Festively resonating in academies
Music, dance and drama in ripples
Yearlong by dignitaries

Theosophy under an aeoned banyan tree
clasically singing and dancing
Pinking palace of an art-gallery
Bubbling with handicraft and painting

Many more left here though
True you delighted me
That did I once bow
In proposal to Ye

Madras o' madras!
Did love you darling
But long back once
Now you are rotting

Corrupted with terrific traffic
Overflowingly endangering
Need a vehicle to pick
Passengers even to other side crossing

You've grown scraping the sky
Atop no dredging even a pail of water
So high a basin a bay
Threatening when a tsunami does enter...

Why Madras, why?
So many whys are there
Don't throw back a why
When said 'no more proposals dear'

poem by Indira Renganathan
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They Crave Love

They Crave Love

If love is but a mere repeatedly frustration
there comes a time when things don't rhyme;
a curse such as this feeds automutilation,
a knife cuts fine fibers untíll life will chime
and escapes this impregnate........damnation

Madras on

poem by Madrason writer
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Cent Percent

He told me
He's cent percent
Committed to his wife

No wonder,
He keeps flirting with
All the others, just to
Taste the various
Chicken curries
In his life, when he
Gets bored of the
Bland daal at home.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Love Me

(tom baird/nick zesses/dino fekaris)
Love me
Love me the way that you love me
The way that you do when youre dreaming of me
Love me the way that you love me
Give me the pleasure that makes me love you too
Hey, the touch of your hands
Awakens feelings deep inside me
You know
The warmth of your breath
Is like a soft wind sent to guide me
All those sweet sensations
Let me feel them now
Love me the way that you love me
The way that you do when youre dreaming of me
Love me the way that you love me
Give me the pleasure that makes me love you too
Oh, were starting together
I feel your love is flowing through me
You know
Whatever youre doing
I love the way
You do it to me
All those sweet sensations
Let me feel them now
Ooh,
Love me the way that you love me
The way that you do when youre dreaming of me
Love me the way that you love me
Give me the pleasure that makes me love you too
Ooh,
I see the love on your face is glowing
I feel your lovin inside me growin
I know exactly just where youre goin
Let me come with you
Love me the way that you love me
The way that you do when youre dreaming of me
Love me the way that you love me
Give me the pleasure that makes me love you too
Love me the way that you love me
The way that you do when youre dreaming of me
Love me the way that you love me
Give me the pleasure that makes me love you too

song performed by by Diana Ross
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