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
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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Man is for fire, woman for fuel.
How you are rather than what you are,
Is the woman’s concern in bed.
How she appears rather than how she acts,
Is your concern with her in bed.
Enrich your skill and manner,
She, to do in looks and walk.
06.02.2001, pmdi.
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Soul is distinct.
Music is food of love.
Love is food of lust.
Lust is food of ego.
Soul is distinct from ego.
19.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Value is the need based
Wood is more than gold
When the food finds no wood.
Food is more than gold
When human finds no food..
Water is more than gold
When you die of thirst.
Anything is more than gold
When it is vital for life.
13.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Silence No More
Silence means you never hate me
silence means you will again date me
silence means you need some time
silence means you are fine
silence meanse the hopes are alive
tears came out of my eyes
silence is no more surprise
silence is only you know
silence is what you show
silence is to only glow
silence means only to give
silence means you will forgive
tears pours out of my eyes
silence is no more surprise...
please break the silence
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Five elements
Fire burns things;
Which will burn fire?
Air fills in space;
Which will fill in air?
Water dilutes liquid:
Which will dilute water?
Earth eats the dead;
Which will eat earth?
Ether pervades matter;
Which will pervade ether?
Is it why they are supreme?
They together form for a life
18.03.2001, Pmdi
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Won Is More Than Owned.
You are not a beauty queen, nor even fair.
Time and space interrupted not my flair.
Your image, it alone arouses my dying lust
‘Cause, I had hard earned you from a croquet.
05.02.2001, Pmdi
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Satisfaction
Unity means peace,
Concern for one another means love,
Freedom of choice means life,
And like a pleasant personality;
But apply it this way to have your satisfaction.
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Man is the caged beast
Every man was born as a tiger
But was brought up as a cat
With the feed of dos and don’ts.
A caged beast with select food.
23.03.2001, Pmdi
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Empowerment of women
How can we arm the one who is already armed?
How can women empower themselves,
while already in power?
Her flesh is the ground and her love, the goal.
Every man’s aim is to play and earn her, the goal.
Her sex rules men. She, the ruler, makes men slave.
Battles were won and lost by men over women.
Men were dead for the women and by the women.
Women know they are rulers and men are cringers
Women are the cause of tussle; else peace will rule.
Sexuality and hedonism betoken woman’s power.
‘Still more’ means like arming elephants
with larger eyes.
01.05.2001, Pmdi
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Sonnet: The World has Aplenty
The earth has place for more people to live;
Its trees have wood for more houses to build;
Its soil can generate more food and give;
There isn’t a dearth of good souls for a guild.
The rivers have fresh-water plentiful;
The earth has much reserve of oil and ore;
If peace prevails, earth looks so beautiful;
The rich nations cannot the poor ignore.
The money/ food wastage can millions feed;
Each man must love his neighbor honestly;
The brotherhood of nations is the need;
The human race is one and one must be!
Wake up humans! There is no time to waste;
Let not your greed enslave others in haste!
6-2-2001
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Manners count
It is your dress, cleanliness and manner,
Not your skin, countenance, and glamour,
That earns you a woman’s concern.
Your clean mind, clean teeth, clean habit,
Not your muscles, jewels and wallet
Are which earn you a woman’s concern.
Be your manner and calls above her reproach.
Refrain from over care and over indulgence.
Then you will have earned a woman’s concern.
You lend her your ear and not eye.
You tend her passion, not her lust.
You will have won her concern.
If you have no concern for women,
If you have no woman’s concern,
Then no use of you being born.
13.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sanyasin status dilutes
Sanyasin is the one who denounces the world.
The one who has hunger for food,
For power and for sex embraces it
By which one gets all the three at ease.
Devotees are more divine, than a Sanyasin.
25.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Arms to use
Men fight for food and mate,
And fight to choose the better.
They lay down laws and obey.
Mighty violates; Clever deviates.
Else, what’s the use of might and wits?
26.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sense her pretense.
She never spells it out
When she falls in love
As she cannot spill it out.
You have to smell it out.
She likes to advance
Without being in advance.
The silence is a license.
She impersonates a sleep walker.
When she does so you slip with her.
Her moves are tacit.
Pretext is her whip.
Handle her; you will conquer.
16.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Loneliness
Loneliness becomes a 'space' in time where,
Nobody seems to speak to you, you are alone,
Suspended, whilst time endlessly continues,
And your alien existence turns your mind to stone.
Will no one come to break the voice of silence,
Will no one listen, do they ever know
That you alone are calling in the darkness,
Can they to you, some great compassion show.
Many thousands in our world are waiting,
For a word of comfort and a friendly smile,
We must have more concern for one another,
To keep us safe along each measured mile.
Please take the time to fill that 'space' for someone,
Please take the time to speak and to console,
For all of us need love and understanding,
And then, we are not alone, our lives are whole.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Silence: The art of conversation
Silence is the ultimate of speaking
sometimes words are not enough
to emphasize our agony or ecstasy
but silence makes it in all its means
sometimes silence makes love
it sometimes cause to loose a love
silence controls anger; makes peace
happiness is the outcome of peace
silence creates the feel of solitude
solitary persons thinks a lot
thinking makes the man gracious
gracious world is the hope of tomorrow
silence keep the rhythem of speaking
modulate its waves and tempo
if we sounds it with competence
it will become a fabulous song!
poem by Sajna Kailas
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you are telling me about a stone
who refuses to admit anyone simply
because it has no door, no room and no space
for someone like you,
you who does not even know what knowing someone
really means. you ask the stone for a space and it says no
and you tell the stone that it has a space
where the leaf and a dropp of water live
the stone says no, and you insist because of the state you are in
you are dying and you need a place
perhaps a burial space where you may finally lay yourself
to rest, but the stone still says no, telling you that it has
no feelings that for centuries it has always been its nature
stony, stony silence, stony stares, unfeeling, that in its
house of stone, there exists no word for sympathy
that it is simply living up to the demands of its true nature
its tradition, and you finally understand, yet somehow you
tell the stone about what it does not know
inside it there is this leaf with dew, there is dropp of water
coming from the rain, that until now it has not fully known,
that inside its stony silence, there is still this song
that it has a heart that it keeps denying.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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About A Stone Without A Door
you are telling me about a stone
who refuses to admit anyone simply
because it has no door, no room and no space
for someone like you,
you who does not even know what knowing someone
really means. you ask the stone for a space and it says no
and you tell the stone that it has a space
where the leaf and a dropp of water live
the stone says no, and you insist because of the state you are in
you are dying and you need a place
perhaps a burial space where you may finally lay yourself
to rest, but the stone still says no, telling you that it has
no feelings that for centuries it has always been its nature
stony, stony silence, stony stares, unfeeling, that in its
house of stone, there exists no word for sympathy
that it is simply living up to the demands of its true nature
its tradition, and you finally understand, yet somehow you
tell the stone about what it does not know
inside it there is this leaf with dew, there is dropp of water
coming from the rain, that until now it has not fully known,
that inside its stony silence, there is still this song
that it has a heart that it keeps denying.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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