All in one cannot be good
An orchid provokes one by its ornamental flowers.
A coconut strikes one with bunches of nuts.
So do the cashew with its apple and
Pine with branches in good shape.
If all in one, can each strike that much?
No, in you your lips are distinct
That hooks me, with other parts in oblivion.
06.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No single object is like you
In a heap of coal I see your hair;
In bean’s petals, I see your odd lips,
In cashew apple your invisible breasts,
In empty bladder your flattened stomach,
In leanness of crane your svelte limbs,
In freshness of shoot, your youthful skin
But none of them in its own is akin
To the glow your parts have, the angel!
04.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The femme fatale
Had not that thin locks been yours,
Had not that queer lips been yours,
Had not that cashew apple chest been yours,
Those could not at all have been seductive.
To me, only you are femme fatale.
09.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love has no cause
Crooked lips stand not in the way,
Manly nose is too.
So are cashew apple breasts.
So are manly tone and thin plait.
As shy fruit, you never deterred.
As a forbidden apple you never bored.
Then which is the cause?
To find the cause, I am still in love.
17.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Face is the signifier of under world
The sexiest shape of a woman is her
mouth,
Indicating the depth of her channel.
The sexiest shape of a man is his nose,
Signifying the length of his sword.
A wide mouth woman tempt men
A long nose man hooks women.
10.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Too high is too dear
.
Your ebony skin outshines any brownish,
And your cashew apple, any apple.le.
Your warring teeth and queer lips intrigue.
Yes, you are hard owned, too high for others.
A queen allures
03.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Draw eyes, mind and hear
The shape is the petal to lure the eyes.
The grace is the odour to purr the mind.
The love is the nectar to hooks the heart.
Three in one, a flower gets soon pollinated.
04.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Raat ki Raani (Night Queen)
Night-queen sparkled
Amidst fresh green leaves
Perfume in bunches!
Leaves hide
Behind bunches of flowers
Perfumed night!
Tiny petals
Five in numbers in
Perfect symmetry
and by morning
Some offered to earth
In gratitude for
Another day
The night queen
Sprayed an exotic perfume
Distinct from night's scent
The moon heady
With the night's scent
Slept satiated
But the sun glowed
And glowered helpless
In passion, unbound
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Evil of rivalry
Be it a root, shoot, bark or leaves,
Be it sepals, petals, ovary or seeds.
No rivalry, no infighting, no usurpation.
Their goal is to live their parts and die.
They have no sixth sense to rival.
22.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Hindu woman beauty
Translucent neck, crescent forehead,
Bow like eyebrow, doe’s eyes,
Hilly cheeks, cherry lips,
Beaky nose, milky teeth,
With back dropp of cloudy hair
Provide a countenance. It strikes.
Snake-gourd arms, tulip palm,
Snaky fingers, eggi nails,
Dicot branching breasts
Decking out like cashew apples,
Banyan leaf like belly
Provide a profile. It hooks.
Boat like beam, banana stem thighs,
Pomegranate open fruit in between,
Crane legs and the feet
As tapering as the bud of banana
Inflorescence,
Provide a receptacle. It arreats.
Then a woman has no need
To be adorned and ornamented,
To catch hold of a king.
24.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Yes, our tree has an interesting shape. The center branches reflect the shape of the zero curve. When extreme parts of the tree are reached the branching pattern changes to accommodate the mean reversion.
Evening Coconut
The statue of liberty is breathing in the air
Atlantis is waiting down below.
Late at night, flashing lights are sighted in the air.
Its no secret, what everybody knows.
It really dont matter much, which way I go.
But remember to pull over in the storm.
Have you seen the evening coconut
Bobbing on the bay?
Standing on the waters edge of stone
Someone there besides you
To hear the words you say
To show you things your eyes have never known.
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
The statue of liberty is breathing in the air
While atlantis is waiting down below.
Late at night, flashing lights are sighted in the air.
Its no secret, what everybody knows.
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
Evening coconut, evening coconut
song performed by by Neil Young
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Alankar(Decor) -99
Coconut-ty Dream
Fatigued he slept under the coconut tree
Dreaming with usual self climbing up the tree
And in routine fear the tree shivered
And swayed wild unknowing itself to free
And he took out the sickle and severed
One by one the bunches dropped slivered
And lo, rested his soul up the tree
Lessoned not to die of a dream quivered
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Pine Sap And Nuts
pine sap and nuts,
in unspoken corners.
tongues pierced with emotion,
and pent up clouds.
yesterlonging brushes your neck,
your long hair falling like rain...
or tears without names,
words without sound.
you taste like coffee and cigarettes,
on a dead poet Sunday.
morning falls with aching drench,
pine sap and nuts!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-61
Peruvian lily(Lily-of-the-Incas,
Alstroemeria spp.)
Fabulous of a Princess charming
South of Bharath crowned having
Butterflied of wings designed
Skirted of a fashion designed
From wheely tubers umbrella-like
Petaled ornamental orchid-like
Lush and limply leaves all twisted
Lush and bushy flowers little curled
Big and small petals mostly six
In and out three-three artly fix
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Harmful ego
Senses say which is white and which is black
Mind says which is good and which is bad.
Ego says which is high and which is low.
Super ego says which is there beyond.
Men are spoilt by ego.
19.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mission of both sex
The mission of a woman
In her passion for sex
Terminates with mere courtship
Like jasmine flowers sans seeding.
Only adjunct is the courtship
To a man, whose mission
Is longing, with a woman, for fusion,
Like a fruit bearing tree.
Love episodes end with flowers.
Woman is fed; man starved.
26.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Rivalry only yields fruits.
Plants vie with each other
To give flowers in different colours.
They have to catch eyes of bees.
Bees vie with each other
To imbue force with their breeds.
They have to be early birds.
Flowers are colourful.
Bees are black moors.
A perfect combination.
Woman, mind your face.
Man, mind your force.
25.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Parts In Relation To The Whole
the parts in relation to the whole are hard to muster
i get lost somehow
confused on this seemingly unrelated part to another part
like seeing the legs of this millipede
when it would have been easier to think of it
as a worm,
i remember being lost in a forest of trees
wild growing trees where i can no longer figure out the shape
of a single leaf
because it is too dark
and damp
too many little things, too many details, that hinder us
from grasping the wholeness of
things
and people and daily events,
i get tired of all these, parts and parts and parts and some more
miniatures of parts, a letter to the word,
speaking in cut phrases
how can i ever understand this and that?
show me the whole
be whole to me as i am whole to you
touch the parts later
relate it always to me
this love is whole, it was never meant to be chopped
like some garlic and onions
this love is an apple that you see and pick from the tree
take it first
in its appleness, then start to bite
every part is sweet, every part is me,
this love
this me, this whole world is me
it must be first to you
then love becomes us.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Who Run The World? Squirrels!
World run by squirrels?
Humans will be in perils.
If squirrels run the world
Let's see what will unfurl.
The world will fill with nuts.
Walnuts, pine and peanuts.
Management geta the walnuts.
Middle class gets the pine nuts
That leaves the rest peanuts!
Enjoy the passage.
Every hill has a peak.
Not only the Everest.
Every man has a top.
Not only the kings.
So are women, not only queens.
Watch them when you walk,
To find which is good to see.
Your journey is not boring.
28.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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