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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Pain shifts at birth.
A mother’s delivery ends with pain.
A child’s birth begins with pain.
Her cry is over when she delivered.
Its cry begins when it is delivered.
Pain is not a pain
When it brings joy.
23.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Instinct, Emotional and Rational
The Instinct, the Emotional, and the Rational
Are the stages at which your mind functions,
Together or severally in variant degrees.
Hunger and survival: The Instinct springs.
Love and hate: The Emotional surges.
Right and wrong: The Rational decides.
In the game of chess, you are rational.
In the game of love, you are emotional.
In the game of sex, you are instinctual.
The Rational mind is your judge.
The Emotional mind is your advocate.
The Instinctual mind is your subject.
When judge fails, when advocate fails,
The subject spurts to save the self
Or feeds the self without fail.
The Rational abide by the codes.
The Emotional deviates from it.
The Instinct violates it.
The Rational decides how to face.
The Emotional positions the move.
But the Instinct accomplishes it.
Far sighted is the Rational.
Short sighted is the Emotional.
Blind is the Instinct.
The Instinct reels under the Emotional.
The Emotional trails behind the Rational.
The Rational strives to manage them both.
The child is more under the Instinct.
The adult is more under the Emotional.
The old is more under the Rational.
The Rational lacks vigour.
The Emotional lacks balance.
The Instinct lacks prudence.
The Rational has distant motive.
The Emotional has immediate motive.
The Instinct has instant motive.
Intellectuals are rational.
Poets and lovers are emotional.
The ignorant are instinctual.
The Rational wages cold war.
The Emotional engages in verbal war.
The Instinctual commits physical war.
You are rational in forenoon.
You are emotional in afternoon.
You are instinctual at night.
The Instinctual is skillful.
The Emotional is forceful.
The Rational is careful.
A man and a woman in a tete-a-tete,
They are outwardly rational,
Inwardly emotional and deep instinctual.
In Cricket, a low catch at slip
Is well taken by Instinct and a
Lofty one in long-on, judged and missed.
The Instinct ignites the revolt.
The Emotion fuels it.
The Rational sedates it.
By Instinct you steal.
By Emotion, you weep and laugh.
By Rational, you criticize.
The Instinct feeds your senses.
The Emotion feeds your mind.
The Rational feed your ego.
Love for food and sex is the Instinct.
Love for arts and music is emotional.
Love for fame and name is the Rational.
A man or woman is all of three.
But they will vary in degree.
20.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Attachment- an inner look
No one is in detachment.
Nor is one in attachment.
Constant is attachment.
Changing is attaché.
One is abandoned
As another one is cordoned.
16.12.2001, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Pain and pleasure
To avoid the pain,
Some forgo pleasure.
To embrace pleasure,
Some undergo the pain.
Eyes on pain,
Pleasure is not the pleasure.
Eyes on pleasure.
Pain is not the pain.
12.02.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Live until your dead
The ties that bind unwinding
The future needs reminding
That differences will always be
Yet pleasure and pain are the same to me
So broken on the inside, maybe the pain is what i need
Cutting on the outside, just to make sure i still bleed
With that pain comes the pleasure, that i am still alive
With that pleasure comes the pain, that my mind now needs to thrive
You live what you learn, someone very smart once said
So find some pleasure in your pain, and live until your dead.
poem by Mistaken Identity Suicidal Tendancy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
pleassure - The Pin Cushion
'PLEASSURE - THE PIN CUSHION'
esspeecee …08.12.04.
# Compound of -
Pleasure is labile,
But of
Pain is stable
In mind lab. [1]
# Pleasure poses
Neutrino heaviness
Pain up-pulls
Tachyonic buoyancy. [2]
# Pleasure is
Entry to eventuality
Pain is
Exit from eventuality. [3]
# Pleasure is -
Snow ball
Ache-fully swells,
Pain is -
Metal ball
Anesthetically dwindles,
With the friction of life. [4]
# Pleasure is,
The pin cushion -
For de-phonetization,
Pain is pen cushion –
For vocabularization. [5]
# Pleasure is -
Compulsion,
Pleasure is -
Impulsion. [6]
# Pleasure is -
Gourmand ‘give-in’-izer,
Pain is-
Valorous valedictori-zer. [7]
# Pleasure is -
Fate maker,
Pain is -
Fate eraser. [8]
# Pleasure rewrites
Rupture,
Pain rouleaus
Rapture. [9]
# Pleasure is -
Fathomless fear,
Pain is -
Endless cheer. [10]
# Pleasure is
Insolvensization,
Pain is
Capitalization. [11]
# Pleasure is
Insoluble,
But to
Pain solvent. [12]
# Pleasure enjoys short
Muon-ic life,
But pain extends galore
Like giraffe neck. [13]
# Pleasure makes
Beside oneself,
Pain hibernates
Within oneself. [14]
# Pleasure fossilizes
Lo, pain
Evolutionizes. [15]
# Pain is the riches
To be bosomed
With pride,
Pleasure as pollution
To be purged. [16]
# Pleasure is
Allegianced alienations
Pain is
Concreted conglomeration. [17]
~: ANTICLIMAX: ~
Thro’ the spects of
Mundane vision and
In world of relativity,
Pure feeling
All doodles are but
DELUSION!
DELIRIUM! !
DREAM! !
NON-EXITANT! !
CIPHER VALUE! ! !
# PARADOX #
We’re prey,
Puppet
To both ‘P’s,
Pondering ‘P’s as
Perfect.
Copyright reserved by the Author
poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Escapism
To be the same to foes and friends
Is not to be so to the strong and the weak.
To be the same to honour and dishonor
Is not to be so to justice and injustice.
To be the same in pleasure and pain
Is not to be so to miseries and tragedies.
To be free of any attachment
Is not to confuse with escapism.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Fear and Pleasure
pain is the residuals of fear, there is no fear in
the absent of acceptance, for only the mind
can rebuke the suffering of the heart
as the truth comes in a most awaited moment of
your life, the wisdom identify the soul of where
the conscience lives, it is the fear of the Lord where
the wisdom begins; a complete vow and obedient
to the giver of knowledge would guide every pleasure
to overcome fear
entangled between fear and pleasure destroyed the
unifying force that strengthen each aura to a seeking
soul to feel and accept pleasure without fear
make this fear a pleasure of strength, for what
ever encountered pleasure the one who give this
fear, be pleasured in His creation
be the pleasure be assured that what make best
for everybody may leads us to the unity of the soul
that lives in each conscience we possess
the fearless warriors has awaken the pleasure that
the Lord God bestowed, never fear of what pleasure
comes in your life, harmonize the soul with in your
conscience and live the body with the heart that exist
a fear that brings pleasure is a human impulse of
what to become worthy to the kingdom of the God, for
what ever is given, is a gift received and be shared
to all mankind..... and the acceptance brings us to
the pleasure without fear
poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Satiety
Fatigued..
This moment..
Golden jubilee carrying on to Diamond
Wheeling, rolling pain, pleasure, pain, pleasure
Yes
Treasured life measured of pain and pleasure
Fatigued
Uncertainty? yes
Bloody plexus, pain-pleasure nexus
Sixtyplus terrified
White and black, bright and dark..
Yes
God is fair, unfair
Enough, enough
Yet just one wish
Just enough to retire eternal
Only in fair God
poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
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
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Attachment is the rule
The desired leave one after the other
But the desiring stays put.
The attaché changes, attachment stays.
To detach from world is to attach to the God.
If detachment brings peace
No one can be in peace.
22.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Comforts and respects
An ass gets comforts
Where horses live.
An ass gets respects
Where asses live.
Bruises of senses are pain.
Bruises of ego are anger.
Cowardice lives with pain.
Egoists die with anger.
In anger, is there pleasure?
In pain where is pleasure?
18.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
It Was A Pleasure Then
It was a pleasure then
Could you just be here again
To know what there was to see
When all the sunday people
Where so quiet in the dark
Afraid to be better the next day
La la la ...
It was a pleasure then
When we could sit and stare again
Until the stars feel through the cloudy trees
Onto the grass
Stars to smile with us
Until they too had tears in their eyes
Tell us this and tell of how much we must not agree
It was a pleasure then
To see the dieing days again
In the horror of the night
Never, never, never, never, never, lise
Keep it secret
For to hide somewhere at last
As long as we could see
The sky confessed this crime
Of futile tasting hate romance
Above our shattered minds
It was a pleasure, it was a pleasure
La la la ...
song performed by by Velvet Underground
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The truth is that we can learn to condition our minds, bodies, and emotions to link pain or pleasure to whatever we choose. By changing what we link pain and pleasure to, we will instantly change our behaviors.
quote by Tony Robbins
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The War Inside
this war,
brings nothing but eternal hate,
and a pain that never heals
wounds that will never seal
this war
brings a sadness to my heart
a feeling that is so dark
it takes pieces from my soul
this war will never let go
this war
is a pain
it is a loved one lost
a grave that never leaves
is a broken family,
this war
is a fight
a child caught between the crossfire of a battle called life
this is a war inside of me
a pain that will never leave
and a war is what itll always be
this war
is tears ran dry
a question, asking always why
a loneliness
a need for people that are never there
this war
like any other war
brings pain.
.
poem by Richard Ferdin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Hopes prolong the time.
Betrothal to wedding,
A day is felt as a year.
To the date of hanging,
A day is past as an hour.
Time snails, when to pleasure.
Time jets, when to pain.
See the plus, time spans.
04.06.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Pleasure for pain
Pleasure of love: ask who has sought it.
Pain of love: ask who has got it.
To pursue pleasure for pain
And pain for pleasure is one’s pursuits
16.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
My Mind
The twinkle in her eyes,
the teardrops when she cries,
the sweet sound of her sighs
brings pleasure to my mind.
The moves her body makes,
the strides her walking takes,
the stretching in her morning wakes
brings desire to my mind.
The smoothness of her skin,
the amusement in her grin,
the quiver in her chin
brings memories to my mind.
My mind is filled with her.
Contentment makes me purr.
Pleasure keeps my heart stir
for she's always on my mind.
poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
When I Close My Eyes (Cavatina)
When I close my eyes you are right next to me,
but you are gone
when I awake and for some long moments
I am alone;
daily your sweet company brings me joy,
you are the one
whose absence brings the greatest kind of pain
but in my thoughts you constantly remain.
poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!