Each affair is the only affair.
She and I had a sojourn,
a memorable sojourn.
It is not my first, nor was it hers.
It is not my last, nor is it hers.
Yet we held it as if a maiden
and refused to believe otherwise.
This myth takes us to mirth.
09.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Preserve it to ripen
Small but not shallow,
Placid but not tranquil,
Short-while yet worthwhile
Was our lives’ sojourn.
Admiration and inspiration,
Animation and elation
Which were witnessed
Are all gone to wind
When the sojourn came to an end.
Each birth ends in death.
But horrible is the death of youth.
To preserve to ripen and
to conserve to sustain
it, is in your hand.
26.05.99, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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I See the Day-Glow Sky
I see the day-glow sky
With sojourn clouds I fly
You're all invited too
To race the morning dew
To see the sun anew
A dark, foul, murky night
Dies with its dreadful fright
How the soul sweeps up height
My wings lift freedom's flight
Living my dreams again
Not caring for how nor when
With soaring wings I fly
I see the day-glow sky
Shadows don't frighten me
Finally I feel free
You're all invited too
To chase in the pursuit
To seek the dawning truth
Rise on the sky's stairway
Rejoice in the coming day
Shake off a troubled mind
With breathless wings we climb
Living our dreams again
Caring not how and when
On spirited wings we fly
To see the day-glow sky
I see the day-glow sky
With sojourn wings I fly
You're all invited too
To race the morning dew
To see the sun anew
With sojourn wings I climb
I see the day-glow sky
poem by Andrew Michaels
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Why Do You Sojourn In My Dreams?
Why do you sojourn in my dreams?
Sometime
In the form of intoxicated breeze,
Sometimes
With fondness of the flower-flies,
Sometimes
In the wild look of a hermit,
Sometimes
With fragrance of flowers,
Sometimes
In the form of an innocent hope,
Sometimes
In the shape of a moon-ring,
Sometimes
In the type of a string of stars,
Sometimes
In the texture of a woolen shawl,
Sometimes
As a butterfly,
Sometimes
As a glow-worm,
Sometimes
In the style of fragrance.
Why do you sojourn in my dreams?
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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When I Set Out for Lyonnesse
When I set out for Lyonnesse,
A hundred miles away,
The rime was on the spray,
And starlight lit my lonesomeness
When I set out for Lyonnesse
A hundred miles away.
What would bechance at Lyonnesse
While I should sojourn there
No prophet durst declare,
Nor did the wisest wizard guess
What would bechance at Lyonnesse
While I should sojourn there.
When I came back from Lyonnesse
With magic in my eyes,
All marked with mute surmise
My radiance rare and fathomless,
When I came back from Lyonnesse
With magic in my eyes!
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Don’t be gullible
Whether religions take you to eternity or not,
The religious heads get it right here by you.
Whether governance takes you to prosperity or not,
The political leaders get it right now from you.
Whether courtship takes a lady to heaven or not,
The lover finds it right soon from her bone and flesh.
Unless you think, unless you reason to act,
You render yourself vulnerable and gullible.
07.05.2001, Pmdi
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Won are the battles
I like you to my heart;
I can’t spell it out;
I won’t let it out.
Our sojourn is so short;
Our relation is so subtle;
We both know it to be futile.
Sir, why should I care you,
Whom I can’t carry with me,
And with whom I can’t journey?
To love you is a scandal;
To have you in bed is a brothel;
To own you my own is illegal.
Neither single, nor youthful,
Nevertheless with powerful
Spirit and mind, me you rule.
Of what wood was it made?
How old was it in use?
To know you, I have no mood,
For the spear that you pierced
Into my heart is so venomous
That I lost all my senses.
Sojourn is over forever.
It is time for you to depart
For home which is too remote.
Without knowing, you go,
That you punctured my whim
And that you committed a sin.
In a war one alone can win;
Only in courtship can both win.
Still why did you let me lose?
Maybe I lost you in war;
Maybe I lost to you in war.
Still I had won many battles.
Meaningful glances and gestures,
Heartfelt talks and tacit touches
Are those battles to my credit.
Let me be content with the lost war
In that many battles that I won
Stand sweet memories ever as my own.
12.08.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Enjoy the path
In blind devotion, Andal,
In pursuit of art, Madhavi,
In servitude, Nandanar,
In meditation, Ramana Mahrshi,
In love, Ampikhabathi,
Found a thrill and hence pursued.
Each act in a way gave them bliss.
Take a path that gives you mirth.
Connotation beyond which is a myth.
25.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A muse on the past and future
Many who loved me are dead.
Many who I loved are dead.
Some who were dear and some
Who held me dear, elsewhere had gone.
I am pretty old, up with regrets.
I have an heir, who has no heir.
Who will leave first, wife or I?
How will the other digest that?
The connection made, collection stored,
And the recollection, what will happen to?
What is in store to suffer?
How safe I’ll die is the threat.
How horrible it’ll be is the threat.
A game is over; the mirth is over.
A hell or a heaven is the end.
Heaven and hell are same
As the liberated soul has no sense.
13.03.2001, Pmdi.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It is a common saying, and in everybody's mouth, that life is but a sojourn.
You grow by drives
The bull got horns to fight with.
The horse has no horns for that.
The horse learnt running to escape by.
Skill grows in adopted ways,
As demanded by sex and safety.
It is a myth the God fevours
For each growth and each loss.
Gravels turn to pebbles by force
28.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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autumn sojourn
in the evening chill
the clatter of my clogs
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Leaf Song (imitating V. A.)
the song of the
fallen leaf
remains on the
bank of the river
despite its
sojourn
in the heart of the
sea
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To a migrating bird
Oh! migrating bird,
In this branch
Thy hours are limited.
Far from thy nesting place,
It is a sojourn
In search of springs and copse.
Across the plains,
And into the windy dales,
It is a long flight.
And here and there,
Where the streams meet and depart,
A few nights are spent.
And thee leave the taverns,
Thy acquaintances, sprawling meadows,
To meet thy destiny yonder hills.
Here, among the bush and alcove,
We gather a few feathers,
Casting a glance unto the trail of thy flight.
Here, within passing life and dream,
We gather a few pebbles to feel the lost horizons.
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This is the sum and substance of our acquaintances too. In our office we get new acquaintances and they leave us one day on account of a transfer or we leave them on our retirement and so forth. Our life is a sojourn for that matter. We will be leaving our native haunts. We will be leaving our cities. We will be leaving our circle of friends. The story thus continues.......
poem by Ravi Panamanna
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No cause is independent.
Cause and effect is the law of Karma.
Cause is the effect of another cause.,
As father is the child of another father.
How am I alone held for my deed in a cycle?
.5.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sojourn
My Argentinean Sojourn
I left my ship in Buenos Aires wanted to buy a horse
cross the pampas climb the Andes, into Chile, I had
paid for the horse and took a picture of it too when
a revolt came a junta of generals had taken it upon
themselves to save the country, and since I was not
one of them I was sent packing back to Europe.
Forty years ago now, bet the horse is gone, or some
bits of it can be found in old tins of dog food; still got
the picture though, it’s faded but shows I could have
been an adventurer if it hadn’t been for the officers
hell bent on playing with their many toys and saving
the myth of endless parades, military bands and flags.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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First, it is not unimportant that the legislative texts of the Old Testament are placed in the mouth of Moses and within the narrative framework of the sojourn at Sinai.
quote by Paul Ricoeur
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Nearness, not fitness clicks
In some it is the love that brings contact.
In some it is the contacts that induce love.
The former proliferates to blossom and dies.
The later concentrates on fruiting to dehisce.
The opportunity dictates;
Merit takes only back seat.
17.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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How strange is the lot of us mortals Each of us is here for a brief sojourn for what purpose he knows not, though he senses it. But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people.
quote by Albert Einstein
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