The Beautiful Creases
i tried to look at the
corners of my
past,
and just like the present
there are some creases there
of life's
fabrics
and you predicted well about
what i did and what i will do
i am consistent
i do not want to change anything
the creases of the fabrics
are beautiful
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blame The Weather
When your loves flown out the window,
And the pain comes through the door.
Once again youve missed the boat,
And youre stranded on the shore.
And you find out that what you had,
Was never yours at all,
Friends and lovers that you knew so well,
Will never take your calls.
So,
You blame the weather,
Oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
Oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
Oh-oh
Cant you see youre in your prime?
Youre turning creases into lines.
If you play the game
Youve got to be prepared to take a knock,
You get put down so many times,
But you keep on getting up.
So put your tears away,
And dont forget to worry is a crime,
Nothing bears thinking about too much,
Youll be old before your time.
So,
You blame the weather,
Oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
Oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
Oh-oh
Cant you see youre in your prime?
Youre turning creases into lines.
The pool of tears you left to drown in,
The helping hands that never came,
The years you lost out to another,
All up in flames
So,
You blame the weather,
Oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
Oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
Oh-oh
Cant you see youre in your prime?
Youre turning creases into lines.
song performed by by Xtc
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Blame The Weather
When your loves flown out the window,
And the pain comes through the door.
Once again youve missed the boat,
And youre stranded on the shore.
And you find out that what you had,
Was never yours at all,
Friends and lovers that you knew so well,
Will never take your calls.
So,
You blame the weather,
Oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
Oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
Oh-oh
Cant you see youre in your prime?
Youre turning creases into lines.
If you play the game
Youve got to be prepared to take a knock,
You get put down so many times,
But you keep on getting up.
So put your tears away,
And dont forget to worry is a crime,
Nothing bears thinking about too much,
Youll be old before your time.
So,
You blame the weather,
Oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
Oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
Oh-oh
Cant you see youre in your prime?
Youre turning creases into lines.
The pool of tears you left to drown in,
The helping hands that never came,
The years you lost out to another,
All up in flames
So,
You blame the weather,
Oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
Oh-oh,
Blame the weather,
Oh-oh
Cant you see youre in your prime?
Youre turning creases into lines.
song performed by by Xtc
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Depressed Man In Bed....
rays of light
begin to penetrate
the holes of my
wall
light leaks
the beautiful day
but he is not
opening the windows
and the shutters
of his mind
insist on
another prolonged
sleep
there are so many
things to
do
creases of his life
to iron out
but he shall do nothing
about
all of them
there shall be no plan
no scheme
no itinerary for
the day
for the week
let life do it
what is its use
somehow?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Thou hide thyself behind the Fabrics of life
weft is Energy and matter is
warp,
Weaving fabric after fabric of
worlds,
Filling your own breath in all,
Every breath is eternal story of
thy love,
thou are blind to thy own brightness,
Covering yourself with colourful fabric of life,
thou art that primordial existence and cause,
Primordial love,
Thou art the love, ever loving lover,
beloved of all life,
every life is a ray of thy love,
Every life is thy love story,
You weave the web of life,
Using corporeal and Empyreal illusions,
Every word is colourful and
powerful,
Every life is thy love song,
singing with different lyrics and tune,
Under the fabric of words,
Web of every words and scriptures hide you more,
Every heart is thine hide!
The heart that one with you in
love,
Only love these fabrics because of you,
Behind every form of
corporeal you hide more,
Thou are always naked,
Behind fabrics of life,
to the one who is silent,
bearfooted and naked in thy love!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Men may die, but the fabrics of free institutions remains unshaken.
quote by Chester A. Arthur
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Be beauty conscious
Loosely plaited, you are homely.
Tightly plaited, you are tiny.
Without plait, if just thrown over
Behind, you are catchy.
Light in colour and thick in fabrics,
You are good in all saris.
You shine in gold but dull in pearl.
Wear studs small and round.
Atop all, if you have a diamond
On your nose, it will change your face.
You must be as rosy as even
After your menopause. It is my wish.
06.04.2000, Mannarghat
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fun
as age
increases its creases
like a convoluted species
of the brain
fun rewrites itself
in some straight lines
shunning curves
and crooked edges.
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I was trying to write an autobiography using prints and patterns that reference emotional, psychological, and personal development in my work, as a person growing up, figuring out who I was. I used fabrics to stand in for occurrences.
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Technology is making design more exciting, with color, wallpaper, textures, fabrics that could never have been created without the technology.
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Change in Me
Why I need change?
for better or for the worst?
Any choices to change or not?
I need change when
There is an opportunity to grow and mature
Things being done the wrong way
Dealing with a world of change
I rediscover change
Change is the law of life
Those who look only
to the past or the present
Are certain to miss the future
I may change anything I want or don't want
But I can't change everything I want
My dilemma is
I hate change and
love it at the same time
Best of all
What I want is
For things to remain the same
but get better.
Lastly,
I need strong courage to change,
To master change;
Be the master of change.
Always I want change,
To get where I want to be,
Be the change I want to have.
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Hotel 7 Up, 1971
In early seventies
at Trichur town
on Station road,
there was an restaurant
named ‘Hotel 7 UP'
whenever, I passed through,
I used to wonder at the
selection of the name ‘7 UP',
since, in those days no one knew
anything of Pepsi, Coca, Fanta or 7 UP
though in size, the hotel is small
it was enjoying good credentials
for appam, puttu, kadalai, & anda curry -
very special was its ‘light tea'
served in sparkling cup and saucers
slowly, I became an addict to its
‘light tea', and started visiting frequent.
in one go, I would order two cups
the owner, happily, presented me ‘7 Up key-chain'
Fashion Fabrics, Elite Fabrics - Casino, Peechi, Ollur tiles
Poorum grounds, circular roads, Town hall, zoological gardens
Chakkola group, football, coconutoil wholesale, puttanpalli'
Guruvayur, Kunnamkulam, Chavakkad were the popular -
landmarks
no other town has made such a lasting scar
in my memory lane, as Trichur did, being the
first place where I started my career,
in Oct,1971 as a Telephone Operator,
with a salary of Rs.110 p.m.
……….then started, a great journey, bitter and sweet,
a life-span is lost, still I am not matured……….
Louis Santhana
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Early Works - People
Worries, frown
forehead creases
eyes
saddened gazes
face
lines of age
troubled times
lonely phases.
23 October 1979
poem by David Harris
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So what we have tried to do in our later buildings is to try to be completely consistent, as a painter is consistent or as a sculptor is consistent. Architecture also must be very consistent.
quote by Minoru Yamasaki
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Woman Means Beauty
To say that she is a beauty is not correct
In a sense, woman herself is a beauty.
Gradations take place with in that.
The woman’s beauty transcends colour and creed.
She is the truth, the essence, the genius,
The exuberances and the bliss
And what not, to a man’s eyes?
But she is man’s pawn.
Her fashion is in man’s power designs.
In some places, her feet were made shrunk.
In some periods, her hair was slashed,
Sometimes curls, sometimes short or close cut.
Fabrics in reduction and then in
Abundance and to be cyclic.
A beautiful woman is a distorted woman.
18.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I started to work with cotton fabrics. I used cotton because it's easy to work with, to wash, to take care of, to wear if it's warm or cold. It's great. That was the start.
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Lifes a Journey
As I sit and look back at my life and the things I did, whether they were good or bad...I am here...
The past is my life long journey of truely finding my self.
My present is my life journey to correct my past mistakes and improve my present.
My Future is what I make of my present.
So I choose wisely because I only have one past, present and future.....
poem by Yahaira Perez
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As the Future Takes Over the Past
What is the past,
but the past
And the present,
but the present?
It is the future that
one must focus on.
Release your past
let it roll off your shoulders
yet in the end if crying
is what you need to do,
then cry release
your sadness
release your
problems
Grasp the future
with both hands
and don't let go.
Feel the future
change you
and allow the change
to come as the future
takes over
the past
Projection
you don't feel like talking
to myself yet i insist that we talk
things out
thresh the chaff from the grain
smoothen the edges
remove the creases
before the sun sets
you don't mind me at all
and now you are telling me
that i am angry at myself.
it is solved. You feel for me.
Now i can sleep.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An excellence
Thy excellence
Thy glory story
Thy euphony cacophony
Psalm chant Universal
Booze blotto me in
Rhapsodic richness. It is nice to live I glorious past too and mind that history never repeats. Pick the threads from past weave it in present and present it for beautiful tomorrow...
On glorious past
Doubts never cast
Life is so precious and fast
Sky and horizons are also so vast
Only we are mortals and may not last
Live gracefully in presence
Understand its utility and essence
Not to forget past easily and hence
Just peep through and minutely glance
Bring drastic change in stance
Answer honestly to the call
Prevent any further fall
House all epics in one hall
Break the prevailing hatred wall
Peace and tranquility shall
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Killing unavoidable
Shun the things made of wood.
You will have saved the trees.
Shun the fabrics made of silk.
You will have saved the worms.
Can you abstain from killing
Mosquitoes and cockroaches?
29.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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