Back to animal to get Nirvana.
Nirvana means mere sans shyness
Or bluntly, shamelessness.
To attain it is uncommon.
Nudity, open sex, no name, no fame
Are its characteristic.
All animals practise it.
We too, ere the civilization dawned.
25.05.2001, Pmdi.
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Civilization overgrows.
I have enough food.
Where is water, where is air?
I have enough comforts.
Where is time, where is space?
I have enough means.
Where is silence, where is peace?
I have parties and clubs.
Where is love, where is concern?
The civilization is on the march.
13.05.2001, Pmdi
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Emotions surpass eroticism.
When husband and wife practise sex
for procreation, sets in perversion.
When they prefer to have sex
as recreation, sets in aversion.
When the pair builds up their sex
as mere rational, sets in delusion.
When the couple makes their sex
as emotional, stays the satisfaction.
Then coitus least matters.
27.05.2001, Pmdi
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Nirvana
What is Nirvana if not being nude?
Being nothing, feeling nothing,
desiring nothing- is it so?
Moksha- can it be? [liberation]
Free of rebirth, free of attachment,
free of illusion-is it so?
Without passion, without opinion,
without judgment, without desire?
A fire without fuel- should it be?
The one who attained never ordained.
The one who ordained had not attained.
Nirvana is not a goal to run to.
It is a mount to climb up.
So much is so good, to have a better view.
06.05.2001, Pmdi
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Buddha declares:
Shed hatred towards others.
Then possessiveness is at check.
Share others’ suffering.
Then selfishness is at bay.
Feel joy in others’ joy.
Then jealousy is kept out.
Be a witness to events.
Then attachment is in loose.
Practise kindness and compassion.
Then come joy and equanimity.
You are liberated from fear.
You are liberated from pain.
Lord Buddha wanted you
To practise these plain truths
And not to pray Him in vain.
A candle melts to shine.
17.04.2001, Pmdi
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To allure, need not be a nude
The mere imprint of your bra belt
Beneath the tight-fit voile blouse
That I had scanned on your back,
While sitting behind you in a bus
Was so much to kindle my lust
That even a cabaret dancer at best
Can’t emulate with her naked breast.
Where is the validity of nudity?
The mere sight of your covered breast
That I stole from your robust chest
As you, to serve me tea, stooped,
With your sari end no sooner slipping
Than your hand upon it restoring,
Had so much current to conduct
Than could a girl, exposed in a bath suit.
Where is validity of nudity?
The mere sight of your knee made me mad
When you waded across a brook,
Lifting your sari to the raising water,
Your legs being visible up to knee,
The sight even a circus woman can’t beat,
With arms and thighs fully naked
And the body springy and supple.
Where is the validity of nudity?
No need of nudity
to produce acidity
13.11.97
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The shyness
Confidence means surmounting shyness.
Shyness will block you from performance.
Fear of ridicule in case you fail
And the doubt you have in your ability
Cause you a mild fear, which is shyness
And which preserves your sensitiveness.
22.07.2012
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The forbidden needn’t be abnormal.
In a zoo at Agartala, I myself witnessed
a scene, where an old monkey, perching
on a bar, away, engrossed himself
in masturbation. With no sixth sense,
can animals err? Is then that act natural?
That, too, in spite of free sex?
20.04.2001, Pmdi
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Fame
As recorded by david bowie
Fame, makes a man take things over.
Fame, let's him lose, hard to swallow.
Fame, puts you there where things are hollow.
Fame.
Fame,
It's not your brain, it's just a flame,
That burns your change to keep you insane.
Fame.
Fame, what you like is in the limo.
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow.
Fame, what you need you have to borrow.
Fame.
Fame,
Now it's mine, it's just his line
To bind your time it drives you to crime.
Fame.
Is it any wonder
I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Is it any wonder
You are too cool to fool?
Fame.
Fame,
Bully for you,
Chilly for me,
Got to get a raincheck on pain.
Fame.
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, - fame.
What's your name?
(fame, fame)
(fame, fame)
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Fame
As recorded by david bowie
Fame, makes a man take things over.
Fame, let's him lose, hard to swallow.
Fame, puts you there where things are hollow.
Fame.
Fame,
It's not your brain, it's just a flame,
That burns your change to keep you insane.
Fame.
Fame, what you like is in the limo.
Fame, what you get is no tomorrow.
Fame, what you need you have to borrow.
Fame.
Fame,
Now it's mine, it's just his line
To bind your time it drives you to crime.
Fame.
Is it any wonder
I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame.
Is it any wonder
You are too cool to fool?
Fame.
Fame,
Bully for you,
Chilly for me,
Got to get a raincheck on pain.
Fame.
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame,
Fame, fame, fame, - fame.
What's your name?
(fame, fame)
(fame, fame)
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Exposure loses lustre.
A sophisticated, popular woman
Is beset, pestered with, and seduced
By men’s eyes. It is not uncommon.
Immune thus she grows to men’s lure,
With a kind of impotency, self donned.
Such women can by their image spur millions.
But in bed, they are dead like sleeping partners.
Post marriage, famous women have sad stories behind.
Their husbands had had miserable ends.
The one spent in vision
is a spent one in mission.
28.05.2001, Pmdi
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Food and taste
There is good food and good bed.
There is fine wine and fine tune.
By is a cute lady with a melody.
You, as a king, are restless to taste.
The sword of Damocles hangs there.
The poor have taste, no means.
The rich have means, no taste.
17.04.2001, Pmdi
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Man’s fort
Man, the heart of woman is your real fort.
Your mansions, wealth, fame, all come only next.
With a nest secured in a woman’s heart,
In comfort can you live even as a pauper..
08.01.2001, Pmdi
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One year change
Your eyes are more prominent.
Your cheeks have waxed.
Lips are found more even than then.
Nape is firm; limbs are solid.
Skin reflects more sheen.
A year wrought all changes.
You are sexier.
Or, am I thirstier?
You are in high voltage
And gave me three hours charge.
It will last for a year.
The thing that remains unchanged
Is your shyness towards me.
Shyness is the character of passion.
29.06.2001, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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L'amour maternel
Fait d'héroïsme et de clémence,
Présent toujours au moindre appel,
Qui de nous peut dire où commence,
Où finit l'amour maternel ?
Il n'attend pas qu'on le mérite,
Il plane en deuil sur les ingrats ;
Lorsque le père déshérite,
La mère laisse ouverts ses bras ;
Son crédule dévoûment reste
Quand les plus vrais nous ont menti,
Si téméraire et si modeste
Qu'il s'ignore et n'est pas senti.
Pour nous suivre il monte ou s'abîme,
A nos revers toujours égal,
Ou si profond ou si sublime
Que, sans maître, il est sans rival :
Est-il de retraite plus douce
Qu'un sein de mère, et quel abri
Recueille avec moins de secousse
Un coeur fragile endolori ?
Quel est l'ami qui sans colère
Se voit pour d'autres négligé ?
Qu'on méconnaît sans lui déplaire,
Si bon qu'il n'en soit affligé ?
Quel ami dans un précipice
Nous joint sans espoir de retour,
Et ne sent quelque sacrifice
Où la mère ne sent qu'amour ?
Lequel n'espère un avantage
Des échanges de l'amitié ?
Que de fois la mère partage
Et ne garde pas sa moitié !
Ô mère, unique Danaïde
Dont le zèle soit sans déclin,
Et qui, sans maudire le vide,
Y penche un grand coeur toujours plein !
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A prostitute is an institute.
More than a sage, more than a slave,
She has tolerance to bear.
More than an ass, more than an ox,
She has patience to steer.
More than a Nirvana, more than a Paripurna, [purity]
She stands blatant before the mass.
More than a priest, more than a Christ,
She prevents the sins of men.
More than a scavenger, more than a downpour,
She cleans the dust of men.
More than a dustbin, more than a ditch,
She collects the waste of men.
She is untouchable, but not in privacy.
She is the candle, losing to the mass.
She is the saviour of women’s chastity.
All slang her as prostitute
And learn art in that institute.
Let her be a woman of respect,
As much as a housewife is.
She’s more virtuous than the wife
Whose morals are susceptible..
10.05.2001, Pmdi
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Fame
Fame, (fame) makes a man take things over
Fame, (fame) lets him loose, hard to swallow
Fame, (fame) puts you there where things are hollow
Fame (fame)
Fame, its not your brain, its just the flame
That burns your change to keep you insane (sane)
Fame (fame)
Fame, (fame) what you like is in the limo
Fame, (fame) what you get is no tomorrow
Fame, (fame) what you need you have to borrow
Fame (fame)
Fame, nien! its mine! is just his line
To bind your time, it drives you to, crime
Fame (fame)
Could it be the best, could it be?
Really be, really, babe?
Could it be, my babe, could it, babe?
Could it, babe? , could it, babe?
Is it any wonder I reject you first?
Fame, fame, fame, fame
Is it any wonder you are too cool to fool
Fame (fame)
Fame, bully for you, chilly for me
Got to get a rain check on pain (pain)
(fame)
Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame ,fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame
Fame
Whats your name?
Feeling so gay, feeling gay
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Animals
I know what I need I need you
I cant see nothin else all I can see is you
I dont care what they say about my state of mind
I know whats good for me and you are just my kind
We are animals we are animals we are animals we are animals
I know what I want I want you
Shed your cloths forget your codes
You know this is nothing new
I smell your scent I taste your sweat
I feel this passion too
Lets trust our senses not our minds
Lets break all the rules
We are animals we are animals
We are animals we are animals
We are animals
We are animals
Come with me run with me leave this world behind
Come to me come with me I know that we will find
We are animals we are animals
We are animals we are animals
We are animals
We are animals
(m.charlton)
Copyright 1989 elgin music
song performed by by Nazareth
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I started studying shyness in adults in 1972. Shyness operates at so many different levels. Out of that research came the Stanford shyness clinic in 1977.
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To save is to destruct
Protect the animals-
Save the birds-
There is a cry all over.
We live on animals and plants.
Animals live too likewise.
If all are saved,
Where is space to grow
more and more plants
to the undying animal kingdom?
23.12.2000, Pmdi
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Smoke without fire
Any woman of repute,
however it might happen
that she was close with a man
of her choice or liking,
will not throw away her
fame, name and virtue,
more over her self esteem,
and have her husband cuckolded,
to commit the crime
to get the stigma of shame
and stand ever scathed.
But the world refuses to believe.
The scandal spreads like fire.
A smoke without fire.
19.03.2001, Pmdi
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