Disaster of matrimony
The system of matrimony crumbles;
The virtue of monogamy crumbles.
A trust worthy marital life in vogue
Will no longer be a guarantee.
Partners shift, lured by erotic pleasure,
At the cost of durable partnerships.
Each couple lives with uncertainty.
Prosperity and promiscuity
Are twin goals people are madly after.
Once one’s sexual cycle comes to an end,
Man and woman will be left high and dry
To exit with out a committed soul to nurse.
10.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Surprise in Japan - The woman next door
a japanese woman
becomes our friend
then asks to borrow money
our apartment
an old couple before us
took their own lives
We were really surprised by a middle age Japanese woman who came over to borrow money from us, students. Though Japan is an economic power, life is not so rosy as thought to be as the cost of living is extemely high. Most people in Tokyo cannot afford to own their houses. An old couple who lived in our apartment earlier committed suicide because of financial woes.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Over Popularity
Partnership crumbles even with brothers
If either of them is over-productive.
Family crumbles even with spouses
If one of them is over-popular.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A forbidden one is not useless
He aroused her and she aroused him.
Hormones exuding at peak, they grew erotic.
Both got their partners at bed frequently,
And fantasized each other as stimulants.
Prohibited desire
is fulfilled in the act.
It brought closure
their marital contact.
Blessed are their partners.
23.05.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ntr/Mssion
Finally recover
When the mood is right
Looking up into a neon sky
Time the mean takes over
Guess it's been too long
Since the last time that I tried to fly
[Chorus:]
Finally I find
When I lose control
Inside my body crumbles
It's like therapy
For my broken soul
Inside my body crumbles
Only needs a moment
Just to get away
Hope the stress won't mess up every day
No one final question
And I never doubt
Everything is gonna be okay
[Chorus]
Insecure would be my sign
(I don't know if I'll be alright, I don't know if I'll be alright)
I'll never have to hide
(I don't know if I'll be alright, I don't know if I'll be alright)
Try to live right
(I don't know if I'll be alright, Now I know it's)
It's alright
Finally I find
When I lose control
Inside my body crumbles
It's like therapy
For my broken soul
Inside my body
[Chorus]
song performed by by Linkin Park
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Finally recover
When the mood is right
Looking up into a neon sky
Time the mean takes over
Guess it's been too long
Since the last time that I tried to fly
[Chorus:]
Finally I find
When I lose control
Inside my body crumbles
It's like therapy
For my broken soul
Inside my body crumbles
Only needs a moment
Just to get away
Hope the stress won't mess up every day
No one final question
And I never doubt
Everything is gonna be okay
[Chorus]
Insecure would be my sign
(I don't know if I'll be alright
song performed by by Linkin Park from Reanimation
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To Deceive You
Satan can transform herself into many forms to deceive you,
But the labourer is worthy of his reward;
One's nakedness may be exposed but,
You shall not have sexual relation with a man like you do with a woman.
She belongs to your friend so,
Do not expose her nakedness;
Like a woman during her monthly period.
You are responsible for what you choose,
Like the lust of depraved passions;
But, you have rulership over the fish of the sea.
You went the way of the gods and now,
You have stories for the world to know;
Empty babblings,
Guard that which is committed to your trust.
The wages of sin is death but,
The gift of Yahweh is eternal life;
Through Yahshua Messiah.
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The single mother
The word bastard has lost its stigma.
Having child without marriage is no more a sin
Single motherhood has come as a welcome sign.
The yoke of marriage is dispensed with.
The word chastity has lost its meaning.
Having affairs is not construed as shame.
No need of pre or extra marital.
The yoke of commitment is dispensed with.
The word husband has lost its standing.
No need of a man to head a family.
Sex without obligation is his blessing.
The yoke of monogamy is dispensed with.
The word father has lost its identity.
The pleasure of servility is gone.
To work for posterity is stripped.
The yoke of sweat is dispensed with.
The word mother has retained its strength.
Pleasure of her identity is established.
Possessiveness of woman is not threatened.
The yoke of bondage is dispensed with.
Man and woman are as free as cave men.
Variety in sex keeps their lust feeding.
Want of companionship will doom their end.
The yoke of orphanage will soon threaten.
01.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Multiple
Marriage and divorce,
Remaariage and divorce;
Our sexual sins,
Our multiple lovers,
If your right eye causes you to sin gorge it out.
Whosoever looks on a woman with lust for her has,
Already committed adultery with her in his heart;
But he who departs from evil and upholds the law is accounted as mad.
Of men with multiple sex partners,
Of women with multiple sex partners,
Spiritual blindness has come upon mankind!
But most poeple never think to ask,
'Why' and 'How' did i get this disease in my body;
Yes, we are carried away with the cares of this world.
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Virtue persists
Every other man deserts his wife
For her extra marital sex.
Every fourth woman leaves her husband
For his extra marital relation.
One fourth men and one twenty fifth woman
Have had premarital sexual contacts.
As per survey in urban areas,
There are still scopes for women’s virtues.
29.09.2005.
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Part of the lesbian consciousness is an absolute recognition of the erotic within our lives and, taking that a step further, dealing with the erotic not only in sexual terms.
quote by Audre Lorde
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Love Is An Affair
A love affair consists of three phases.
Attraction, obsession and attachment
Are they; the order irrevocable,
The same couple cannot enact it again.
A man and a woman fall in love;
Both long for seeing and reaching.
They join and settle with a bond.
Thus passes an erotic cycle.
In the phase of attraction, which is short,
One will find oneself drawn by another
And one finds interested in another.
This is from impetus of libido.
It is man’s lust and woman’s passion.
Visual interest in woman prods his lust.
His pursuit, intellect, wealth or power
Or other attributes kindle her passion.
In the phase of obsession, a long one
With high voltage, the pair is intense
In love, longing for seeing each other,
With the release of Dopamine and adrenaline.
Love and attachment is the third phase,
Where the couple settles for warm bonding,
Induced by the release of oxytocin
In the course of orgasm and child bearing.
Man is a half and woman is a half
And they have an itch to become a whole.
It is well in line with the Nature’s plan
Of progress and procreation of life.
All the flowers do not fertilize.
All the fruits do not germinate.
Falling in love may not lead to courtship.
Courtship may not lead to conjugation.
Consequent to the invention of marriage,
Man and woman go through a lone cycle,
Since when they remain together locked
By children, identity and dependence.
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Masochism
‘Sadism and masochism'
Is a renewed sexual game,
Found an outlet to release
The stress built up during the day.
To be tied to be set free;
To get smacked and get spanked,
To be freed and relaxed;
A volunteer infliction;
Hedonists go for it.
Conservatives scoff off.
Beating and whipping are held
As pain coated pleasure pills.
Shamelessness is a freedom.
Slavery is a pleasure
With mind duly conditioned.
Inhibition of day is shed.
Be she a dominatrix
Or a boot licking nature,
Once tasted she will go for
‘Sadism and masochism.'
They are no longer branded
As kinky or sexual perverts.
They want most of their lives
No virtue can frustrate them.
05.08.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Thank God
Desires eat and die or starve and die.
With exit of each desire, exits the thirst.
Without thirsts, no lust and no pleasure.
Thank God; sexual desire does not die.
07.06.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The pain that was my life
Your pictures: saddens my soul
Your name: bleeds my ears
Your voice: crumbles my heart
The loss of you
took every dropp of life from my soul
I'm not who I claim to be
It's all a lie
A lie I've learned to live
The loss of you
is so much worse than any pain
Yet, pain is numb in my body now
I used to seek the ones that caused me pain
Only to see if I could handle more
I've screamed and fought others
Then I tried talking myself into believing
I'm no longer here.
Now, I fear that pain has corrupted thy soul.
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Of Cookies... and smiling
It’s not the way that
the cookie crumbles that matters….
Nor more important is where
the cookie crumbs scatters
It’s inevitable that
the cookie will shatter
It’s an immutable fact
So what does it matter?
No…Its not the way that
Your cookie crumbles that matters
And only a little more so
Of where the cookie crumbs scatter
What’s most important about cookies…
A fact that is so simple and sublime
Is that the people who get their cookies……often
Seem to Go about smiling… most of the time
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City Life
As I watch the cars go by,
While sitting in the bus,
I think of insects,
Scuttling through their own lives.
They run through the veins of the city,
Polluting the blood.
Polluting the life force of our society.
As I watch people stroll by,
I think of dust.
Collecting on the lives of old.
Dirtying the life of our city.
For city life is dirty,
‘Tis filthy.
It leaves dirt on the many
Hands of the faithful.
We cannot clean it,
It is stained
For all eternity.
City life;
Crumbles between our fingers.
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Fantasized By Lives Deluded
Fantasized by lives deluded.
Where will their minds go?
When all of their beliefs,
Have been depleted.
To release them to realities...
They've been taught to fear.
And takes away those choices,
To isolate
Behind locked doors!
Their eyes charaded,
With disguises and masquerades...
Now can no longer be kept closed!
Or escapes to shelter them,
From the beast at the feast...
They enjoyed without limits.
This beast creeps within their consciousness.
And bares exposed sharpened teeth.
Preparing them to eat!
They see this...
As the gates of a way of life,
For them once lived...
Crumbles to rust and has been disposed.
Where will their minds go?
With no amusements left to show.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Amazon woman,
Steaming awash, wet to dry
Grounded, she crumbles
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Freud's view is that all love is sexual in its origin or its basis. Even those loves which do not appear to be sexual or erotic have a sexual root or core. They are all sublimations of the sexual instinct.
quote by Mortimer Adler
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Other woman
‘Other woman’ is an ego booster
And a sexual stimulant to man,
Though an enigma to woman, his wife.
It is past that marriage is eternal;
It is past that woman is house bound.
Both are employed; both have exposure.
The time spent by colleagues across sex
Is longer than the time spent by couples.
Proximity brings about intimacy
And intimacy leads to sexual love.
Other woman need not be a better lot.
That she is untried and hard to attain
Is itself her potent charm to tempt man.
Her presence acts like an aphrodisiac
And her nearness makes man alcoholic.
Marriage can give him a blanket of warmth
But can not keep him off from yearning.
Other woman fills the void existing
Or dig one and fill it with herself.
Other woman enjoys her quota too.
The marriages old and staid are shaken;
The marriages loosely held are broken.
Nay, ideal couples too bite their dust.
Staying separate is a catalyst.
Emotional infidelity sets,
To be followed or not by adultery.
Potent man each draws his ‘other woman’.
Who is no one but some one’s fertile wife.
‘Other woman’ is not a certain woman
But a woman of a certain period.
‘Other man’ and ‘other woman’ are drawn
To form a perfect pair by heart and soul.
They both enjoy their companionship.
She takes care of her looks and he, of his,
Which throw benefits to their spouses too.
Hormones in spate, they find purpose in life.
Husbands, by and large, have other women.
Wives shed their qualm to play other woman.
Male promiscuity is manliness;
Female titillation is womanliness.
‘We look before and after
And pine for what is not’ - Shelly
28.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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