Don’t count on the erstwhile beloved.
By vision a woman can excite you.
Even in her absence, her image will do.
But your presence is a must
to excite her.
In parting, you pine for her.
In parting, she leaves her pain.
16.02.2001, Pmdi
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Men More A Fool Than Beasts
Whenever the food was served to a dog,
It was done after a stroke of the bell.
The sight of the food induced its saliva.
The sound of the bell induced the saliva.
When the bell rang with no food to follow
Then too came out the saliva from it.
Women excite men; things they wear excite.
Names they bear excite; so do female voice.
Man is conditioned by sex perversion.
Women not in sight, then too will excite
Him anything that sounds feminine.
More a fool than a dog is the learned man.
12.09.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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the main entry
of course in tonight’s activity
is the
crotch
I like it as a noun
And will always
Be itself a
Very hot noun
They say it
Might probably be an
Alteration
Of a crutch
In 1563
It was a pole with a forked end
A prop of old men
Actually as we see it
A crotch
Is just an angle formed by
The parting of two legs
This is the one
That I like best
An image of parting legs
Now this becomes
My favorite verb: parting.
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Sorrow is better than insomnia.
Neither a sister, nor a daughter,
Nor any one by blood you are.
Yet my sorrow never sleeps.
Never a tryst, nor a rendezvous,
Nor an innuendo, you granted.
Yet my sorrow never sleeps.
Glamour, splendor, or pretext,
You never played to gravitate.
Yet my sorrow never sleeps.
Formidable and forbidden you were.
Sojourn was so short.
Parting was abrupt and aborting.
Yet my sorrow never sleeps.
Every beginning has an end.
An episode should, however, end.
But abortion and usurpation?
May be, by a boon I’ll see you soon.
That can retrieve our past monsoon.
But the crop is already gone.
So my sorrow never sleeps.
Time was over before I could score.
No more game is set up in the court.
That is why my sorrow never sleeps.
With your parting, came to an end
All my springs and monsoons.
Let my sorrow never sleep.
It is better than insomnia.
08.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pleasure defined
What is pleasure?
Absence of pain,
Absence of fear,
Soothing of senses,
Grooming of ego,
Or amelioration?
I think, amelioration.
04.06.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sex originates from thoughts
There must be a woman in brain,
By seeing her in person or from a print
Or by visualization of her image,
Without which there is no arousal,
Without which there is no erection,
And without which there is no emission.
An image of woman in imagination
Is in action at the time of orgasm.
Copulation and masturbation
Alike demand that requirements.
Even for the sleep emission,
Must there be a woman in dream.
A woman in brain is a must
To serve you as sexual stimulant.
18.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Excitation
Excitation is the best feeling to be,
If you excite a soul then it is your own;
An eddy is created from recreation,
And the heart swoons on believers
To absolve and forgive and stir.
The stern beliefs are crazy, their laws
Manipulate the blood vessels,
Ships of sailors abandon the body.
To excite someone is to believe in his soul,
And this heart cancels the other heart.
May the main puncture be overtaken
By a prick that strengthens and toughens.
Excite him now that you see his mind
And the soul will reach infinite stretches of time.
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Detachment
What is detachment? I am in dark to know.
She gets my flavour; She returns no favour.
She loves my presence and forgets my absence.
She gets my heat and emits not hers.
From her I understood about detachment.
27.04.2001, Pmdi
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Mission of human being
The mission of a woman
Is to excite men around
And the vision of a man
Is to get birth in their mind.
Both agitate in this direction
And drain away their libido
Without hatching their eggs.
19.06.2000, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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As single, one is devil
A woman is warm to any man
In the absence of others.
A man is nice to every woman
When he meets her face to face.
Only amidst any crowd
They prefer to behave exclusive.
Furtive emotion from thirsty people.
04.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Painful parting
The pain of parting may you never endure
May you never experience a siren's allure
A beggar I am; my love is profane
And I have endured a lot of pain
Being wretched and lonely I do not enjoy
Oh, how this pain I would like to destroy
But where should I go and what should I do?
I'm completely lost; I have no clue
My life is sad; there is no joy
This pain of mine may God destroy
If the pain of parting could feel my pain
It won't endure it; it would go insane
I have no hope; there is only despair
this pain, O God, was I born to bear?
So, Hafiz, I feel like a nightingale
Having lost his rose, who can only wail.
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Tragedy too is relished
Every parting is painful
Like every death is sorrowful.
Every parting has behind it
A vivid sojourn
Like every death has behind it
An emoted relation.
Rue not the end.
Muse on the events.
It is a pleasurable pain
Like Shakespearean Tragedies.
10.01.99, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The next door is rosy
Yours excite me and mine, you.
Were yours mine and mine yours,
Would they excite us as they do now?
No charm with the one owned.
19.04.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Your absence makes no difference
Now and then on your vision I linger.
More often than not on your figure I ponder.
No matter, even in your absence you render
A ray of hope that my soul still wanders
Around and around your vision for a slender
Chance by which I can my love surrender.
Your countenance torments me, no wonder.
More in absence! It is your splendour.
Dispel my anguish.
Grant me salvation.
27.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The hindustani dress is the sexiest.
A short blouse, low cut skirt,
belly open beyond navel,
a sash worn across the breast,
the most sexiest dress
a woman can have to excite men.
The belly reminds you of your abode;
The curve of the blouse
reminds you of your earlier sucking.
The frills remind you of the spot
underneath, the exit door.
The hindustani dress is ever invented
To make woman more alluring.
29.05.2001, Berhampur
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sorrow’s insomnia
In her parting, my sorrow never sleeps
Though in others’ eyes she is none to me.
At tether end, new episode is beyond hope.
Seeing her anew will never lull the sorrow.
Not by her parting was my sorrow up
But was by her exit from a vivid sojourn,
For one aborted is never resurrected.
With her parting, went my resurrected youth.
‘Every action has equal and opposite reaction’
the law says. Is it true in her part?
07.05.99, Palakkad.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Parting Words
When I go from hence
let this be my parting word,
that what I have seen is unsurpassable.
I have tasted of the hidden honey of this lotus
that expands on the ocean of light,
and thus am I blessed
---let this be my parting word.
In this playhouse of infinite forms
I have had my play
and here have I caught sight of him that is formless.
My whole body and my limbs
have thrilled with his touch who is beyond touch;
and if the end comes here, let it come
---let this be my parting word.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Woman’s love for men
A woman loves being loved by men
Without letting herself love them.
She would encourage men’s love for her
Irrespective of her liking for them.
She would part company with men
Without sustaining any wounds or scare.
Men would take woman’s love as true
And pine life long for them since parting.
29.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love and Parting
Your wedding dress is not ready yet,
A choir does not sing in our honor,
But time is hurrying us not to forget
The horses that ask for honeymooners.
If only the troika would not lose its way
And the bells would never stop ringing.
Parting is a high price for the love to pay,
Two friends for eternal love are singing.
We've opened the love gate ourselves,
We've harnessed the happiest troika,
And here is something looming tells:
Love and parting are always an alliance.
The holy science -to hear each other
Through years, through times and life
Two friends are eternal - love and parting
They pass through our hearts with a strife.
The longer our life is- the years are shorter,
The sweeter the voice of our friends,
Each meeting becomes much warmer,
Love and then parting our life demands.
The bank, then the river, the sun, then the storm,
The twittering swallows, then cawing of crows,
Love and parting - they two eternal roads form,
Love and parting- this duet always together goes.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Escapism
I agree with you that attachment brings misery.
Is not it that attachment brings joy too?
If you say the absence of pain is pleasure
Can I say the pain is well discounted by the pleasure?
Rational and instinctual
minds conflict with each other.
180.4.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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