A woman is ambiguous
He chances to set his eyes upon her chest
As she with her pallu hides her bust.
Is her act to hire his eyes still longer
Or to blur his eyes away from her nest?
07.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The wrapper has no use
How fully wrapped you appear!
How wholly draped you are!
However, you are to me naked.
Your pallu round the lean arm
Hides from me your flat belly.
Your pallu thrown over shoulder,
Close to neck gives me a clue
How deep your cleavage beneath is.
Your pallu brought backward
Covers the blouse with bra cut.
Your pallu brought forward over shoulder encloses deep armpit,
And the dimple of elbow.
Your pallu never runs over the head,
Which gives me all the clue
How you will look where you’re hidden.
I can see your long face, long nape,
and long hair and long fingers,
By which I can sense your hidden parts.
However fully you are wrapped,
However wholly you are draped,
You are to me fully naked.
To my passion or to my acumen-
To which should the credit go?
You can shut to my eyes.
You cannot stop my eyes.
11.05.2001, Pmdi [repetition]
[pallu is the end portion of Indian woman saree,
thrown over the chest and a shoulder
to hide the contour of one's breasts]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I owe all to her
I owe, I owe all to my stirring, blushing lady;
To her tacit eyes, to her lips that savour of thirst;
Her palm, whose sweat my hand lowered to wipe;
Her lean arms, that are captive of my lorn eyes;
Her sturdy and slender waist promising me a nest;
Her love borne thought nudging its way to my path.
I heave in my soul when she hides her warmth.
If at all I live, it is for her, by her and due to her.
She is not the cause of my birth but can be for my death.
01.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Eyeless is lifeless.
Love at first sight takes place by eyes.
Child communicates with mother merely by eyes.
Between lovers, between couples,
Warmth and cold often waft through eyes.
You woo a girl by her eyes.
Tacit look of Rosalind made Orlando
Conquer the wrestler, Charles.
Lips can talk but eyes only reach.
27.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nude as such is flat
But for hidden breasts,
Cleavage fails to attack.
But for slipping Pallu
Her chest is nonchalant.
But for low hip bottom,
Belly fails to rebel.
But for lifting skirt,
Thighs are mere slaves.
But for low cut blouse,
Back is barren.
Nude as such is flat.
19.12.2001, pakd
[pallu = the end portion of saree thrown over the left shoulder, hiding the breasts, contour]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Stars have eyes! !
Stars have eyes
Did anyone ever see the eyes on stars?
The eyes on stars full of soul
Look any longer they take control
Did anyone ever see the eyes on stars?
The eyes on stars behold the sight
Look any longer and glide free like a kite
Did anyone see the eyes on stars?
The eyes on stars oh what a smile
Look any longer they’ll lite your darkness for a mile
Did anyone see the eyes on stars?
The eyes on stars share the love
Look any longer you know it comes from above
Well now you’ve seen the eyes on stars
Shared the beautiful soul amazed by their wonder
Enchanted by the smile
And overwhelmed by the love
But look any longer you will see the pain
The pain on the eyes of stars
Never to be concealed by the rain
The eyes on stars cry
Never to be wiped dry
The eyes on stars cry
The eyes on stars cry blood tears
Permanently there reminding of fears
The eyes on stars cry
The eyes on stars cry
Stars eyes cry
Stars eyes cry
Stars eyes cry
They cry blood
Stars eyes cry
Stars eyes smile
Stars have eyes
Stars eyes.
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poem by Lerato Shuping
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True drive hardly dies
When we were under a roof,
We spoke by eyes, lips dumb.
Now away, unseen each other,
We see by voice, eyes blind.
Afar, I see you by your words
Like a blind sees by his limbs.
30.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Breasts are sex feeding
Raspberries or blackberries,
I like them on woman’s chest.
Obtrusive or submissive,
They never escape my eyes.
However buried they are in clothes,
I am able to scan,
How shapely they must be.
No need that my hands reach them.
My eyes are cute to catch them.
04.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman is the beautiest
The most beautiful creature
is woman, no doubt.
But one condition clause-
‘To the eyes of man.’
09.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Eyes of Death
I looked into your eyes
Your Eyes of Death
I killed for those eyes to look into mine
Into my eyes of pain and guilt
I dared to walk into your path
I dared to take your hand into mine
And I dared to tell you my darkest secret
I stared into your Eyes of Death
And I lost my soul to them
When I looked into your Eyes of Death.
To this day, I am still dead
To this day, I can no longer live in the mortal world
To this day, we shall not die of fire, water, or love,
But of our Eyes of Death that rein our souls
I stare into your Eyes of Death and I cringe at the sight
I look into your Eyes of Death and I am no longer alive
I looked into your Eyes of Death
And I died again, before I could run from them
For I cannot stand to be around you to this very day again
I looked into your eyes
Your Eyes…of Death
poem by Jade DragonHeart
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Hard to get is dear to win.
Nay, why should you mock me with your eyes,
Which are warm afar and cold amidst others?
Why should you, dear, peck me with your nose,
Neither high, nor sharp but is only coarse?
Why should you torment me with your lips,
Which are my sole lust, albeit its oddity?
Skin, dull as coffee and bust without contours,
Why should you haunt me with them?
Of no grace in walk, of no romance in talk,
Why should you still shake me, when present?
Or why should I hound you, heads on heels,
Against all odds, for a trespass?
Is it due to my conquest of you, your
Modesty, and you, the forbidden fruit?
Rare to get and hard to win
as it is, it grows dear, to win.
03.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Twenty Zero One
2001 - where do I belong
I got my mind but I dont know where my head has gone
2001 - baby where you been
Its pornographic, internet, traffic on my screen
2001 - shes just a maniac
Its not for me but my baby really needs a crack
2001 - dont want the sex to stop
I took a pill now its killing me to keep it up
2001 - I know whats goin on
You wanna take my soul and change it for another one
2001 - those liquid crystal eyes, they really suit you honey
Let me get them in your size
2001 - by 2032 you can be me, and with a little luck
I can be you
2001 - let me bless you son
Help you believe with my semi-automatic gun
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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I Will
I will
Lay me down
In a bunker
Underground
I won't let this happen to my children
Meet the real world coming out of your shell
With white elephants
Sitting ducks
I will
rise up
Little babies eyes eyes eyes eyes
Little babies eyes eyes eyes eyes
Little babies eyes eyes eyes eyes
Little babies eyes eyes eyes
song performed by by Radiohead
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Eyes
Eyes are blue
Eyes are green
Eyes are true
Eyes are mean
Eyes are bright
Give the light
Eyes are black
Like the night
Eyes are cold
Eyes are warm
Eyes are angry
Like a storm
Eyes are kind
Eyes are blind
Eyes are evil
Eyes of devil
Eyes are hungry
Eyes of walls
Eyes are empty
Eyes of dolls
Eyes are loving
Eyes are charming
Eyes are lying
Truth denying
Eyes are haughty
Eyes are naughty
Eyes are naïve
To all they believe
Eyes are strained
A fear remained
Eyes without hope
Ready for the rope
Eyes are vulnerable
Eyes that gamble
Eyes are sensitive
Eyes are attentive
Eyes are stubborn
Eyes are submissive
Eyes of a new born
Eyes are pensive
Loving eyes are true
Black, brown or blue
My eyes are green
A lot they have seen
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
January 11th,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Woman lives in secrecy.
You can, in a mirror, see yourself
But you can never see yourself
The way you are to someone else.
You won’t appear to yourself
The way you do to a man’s eyes.
Many things you adorn yourself with
As per wishes of someone else.
That someone else is none other
Than your spouse or lover.
You are the doll without voice, dear woman.
That is why you are shrouded in secrecy.
07.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ms. Sad Eyes
Oh, girl, don’t lie
No point even tryin’
You’re not fooling anyone, especially me
Ms. Sad Eyes
They put you through the wringer
A three-front stinger
I promise it won’t linger
Ms. Sad Eyes
Your hair is wet
Mood of fret
Emotional hornet’s nest
Ms. Sad Eyes
We’ll fight them together
Hearts tethered
It will be weathered
Ms. Sad Eyes
What’s easy ain’t worth fighting for
At least so goes the lore
To survive, we must believe it to our core
Ms. Sad Eyes
But no matter what, Flower Child
Even if our run is brief, know that you were what I sought
And you’ll always be beautiful and pure to me
Ms. Sad Eyes
poem by Yoni Assis
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Her hand I can no longer clutch
Her hand I can no longer clutch
Those languorous eyes I no longer see
Her limpid limbs I no longer touch
Her lover I can longer be
Capricious life has taken from me
The sweetest scent of sensuous life
The scent of my love, the lady behind ebony
So am left starving, grieving with strife
Winning no battles, fighting a war of attrition
I reach for an illusion of her fainting beauty
Till reality of life comes in to fruition
And all I am left with is an illusion of she…
No life can be life without the love of her
My eyes fill with tears all I see is a blur
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Love, defined.
What is love: the talk of two eyes,
the pull of two auras,
the mix of two chemistries,
the thaw of two hearts,
the fusion of two skins,
or
the urge of two gametes
to get whole in chromosome?
I think
It is the last one,
Which is manifested in all.
21.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman has poor memory.
She knows not you;
She knows you.
She minds you.
Your figure fails to allure.
Lust is not in her eyes
Unlike it is in yours.
Your contacts only can.
She is moved by events.
Woman forgets man fast
She lives in his holdfast.
16.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Sad Eyes Part 2
My sad eyes
have been away so long
sleeping, alone
my sad eyes finally went dark
The world know longer seen
my sad eyes thought they could escape harsh reality, s
by ignoring
thought ignorence would be bliss
But life is life
so my sad eyes look apon the world once again
sadden by the mess
but hopeful for a better tomorow
My sad eyes know longer cowards
poem by Vincent Armone
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The end is not a must.
To see her and contact her eyes,
To listen to her, her voice in mind,
To smell her when she is close.
To touch her, though accidentally
And to long and hope for more
Are steps that feed a man’s lust
And no step, though alone, fails.
18.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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