Independence vs. intimacy
Son, you must be proud of your wife,
Cute, learned, employed and well placed,
Unlike the one I’ve had as mine.
Son, are you well secure with her?
Are you at ease in bed with her?
Independence ruins intimacy.
erectness cripples confidence.
01.08.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Happy Fourth Of July
Today is your independence day,
the fourth of July.
The English and Americans
were not always friends and allies
as we are today.
If we travel back in time,
we were at war with one another
over a hundred years ago.
You won and we lost;
now you celebrate today
the fourth of July
for the independence you earned.
Now this may sound strange
coming from an Englishman.
Be proud of your Country,
as I am proud of mine.
May we always stand together
in any future troubled time.
It is strange
in over a hundred years
how we all have changed.
Be proud, Walk tall
and value your land.
Value your people
whatever race or creed,
for these mixture of people
make your country strong.
You fought hard
for your independence,
even went through a civil war.
Respect your values
and hold your head up high.
This is your day to celebrate,
and this why I write this poem
to say a sincere Happy Independence Day
to all of you.
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I have takers
My skin is dark unlike yours.
My breasts are small unlike yours.
I am equally proud of mine
As I have a crowd whose taste I suit.
23.03.2007
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Separate savings
The tightest intimacy
Is the physical intimacy
That husband and wife enjoy.
Their separate earnings
And separate pooling
Would mar that intimacy.
The scarifying tendency
In them will slowly die.
13.10.2009
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Independence I have long considered as the grand blessing of life, the basis of every virtue; and independence I will ever secure by contracting my wants, though I were to live on a barren heath.
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To Hold A Beauty
I desire to hear
How best the things are
That I wear or keep.
That is why I spend.
I will resent hearing
How cute my wife is.
Then why get a cute wife?
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Like or unlike
Like the yellow leaves melting softly,
Or unlike the blue wind blowing loudly;
Like the frost with no power of keeping the life,
Or unlike the warmth allowing the life to rise; ,
Like a dying time in a scarlet autumn
Or unlike the birth of life in the green spring;
Like thinking of temporary in the elderly,
Or unlike the youth thinking of their lasting life; ,
Like the innocence sighing in the bleeding love ruins
Or unlike the guiltiness laughing in the richness of bloody hate.
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To Be Secure…
Husband reposes confidence
And wife repays him with faith.
She is the trust he invests in.
They’re secure in each other.
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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
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Success produces confidence; confidence relaxes industry, and negligence ruins the reputation which accuracy had raised.
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When Within My Private Space
I have no time to waste.
Or flair to share.
Nor will I show a false face,
To someone who may be physically attractive...
But has no clue how to spell intimacy.
Or know its location,
Anywhere.
When within my private space.
And I know what it takes,
For my attention to begin thinking...
Of a serious relationship to take place.
Intimacy is where I wish to be!
Unlike Dorothy and Toto,
I am not wishing to get back to Kansas from Oz!
When I'm clicking my heels,
I expect two of us to do that job!
In the heat of whirlwind passion.
When packages are unwrapped,
To touch AND taste...
There has to be intimacy prioritized.
If not,
My interest fades.
Quicker than a tornado takes breathes away.
It is not all about looks.
Or even how great one cooks.
If one can not kiss,
Or know how to fire up...
Rhythm in the hips?
What is the point of it?
Companionship?
I see birds, squirrels...
And hug a few trees,
On a daily basis.
If anything I am given...
And it is free?
The top on my list,
Is intimacy!
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Intimacy is feared
Lovers fear secrecy
As they both have secrecy.
Intimacy means connecting
The inner core of the two,
Which will expose their weak spots,
Fearing which they fear intimacy.
They want bodily intimacy
Without soul’s intimacy.
Such intimacy betrays trust
And will wreck the very love.
15.12.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Not proud though
My wife, cute and bright,
Has earned me friends
Who pour us favours.
I am not proud of her though.
04.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The fortunate are not lucky
Every horror that you went through
Will be the armour of experience,
Which will lend you enough confidence
With which you face the future at ease.
The fortunate are more vulnerable
And the unfortunate, less susceptible,
To the stress they are subjected to.
The cactus is seasoned for draught.
.25.12.2008
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The false pride
Starving for want of food is not fasting.
Caring when at ease is not sacrifice.
Ill gotten given is not charity.
Yet, we are proud we have done these things.
30.03.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman’s hypocrisy
‘How cute you are! ’ you cannot say it
To a woman face to face.
‘How good you are! ’, you can say it
Instead. It is safe
It means she is cute;
She knows it and that only she wants.
24.05.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Little Snowfall
Little snow fall
How it looks cute
I like it a lot
The queen is also
Is a faded flower
if she was compared to you
I like this snowfall
A lot, a lot, a lot.
Like a little piece of wool
And a little milky ball
I like it a lot
It seems to be
Very wondering
Snow balls are very cute
Snow fall is much more cute
It is beautiful than the
Rainbows and fairy
When it snows
We can see the
Snow covered
And amazing Alps
Which gives
Coolness to our mind
By
`Aswathy B.M.
Dated 10.11.2008
poem by B.M. Aswathy
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For Me You Are…………
Building the wall of confidence, all around my ribs
Inspiring, when am alone, even in noise
Showing me, the fairy way, when I get confused
Hauling me from, those atrocious affairs, that matters
Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
(Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Under my heart to hide.)
Pursuing illusion, enlightening my life
Reaching, as a shadow at the time of tide
Intimacy, in the dream that comes into my mind
Yielding smile at my labor, creating zeal at my failure
(Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Under my heart to hide.)
At every insult and every admire
Youth mind, mine even if retires
Occupying for me, the seat of mentor
Uprooting all solitary despairs
Aspiring not to be worry, else to fear
Reinforcing skeleton by self-esteem of yours
(Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Under my heart to hide.)
Enriching my each moment, being even so bare
Animating my life, that anyone can't imagine
Nursing me, to special from alone
Grasping me in the midst of up and down
Enlivening those deadly postures of dreams
Lightening by a heavy power as thunderstorm
(Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Under my heart to hide.)
Forgiving me for each-every mistakes done
Organizing such beautiful ceremonies
Rearranging me, trying to make me genuine
My life you are, I can't remain alone
Eagerly, have awaited for you, oh my feminine!
(Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Now, am feeling proud, to have you like a friend in my life
Unable to be mute and those unspoken tales
Under my heart to hide.)
poem by Nibedit Nahak
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My Cute Teacher
A cute teacher comes daily to teach us,
however she doesn't have enough for us,
since she has the confidence,
she gets his voice upto the fence,
dats how she teach us,
when students ask her the questions,
she find herself in the vast situation,
but she gives the answers,
due to her level of confidence,
which is upto the fence,
but doesn't have any logical sense,
i attends almost...ooppss sorry..all the classes
of her,
to see how god can make any lady so beautyful,
i can do any no. of assignment to get a single
glimse of smile of her,
but it comes so rarely..
but it does encourage me to do something...dat will
get his face filled with smiles..
dats how what our teacher..oops sorry..my cute
teacher is...
poem by Aarush Khandelwal
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The Temple
The temple stands in ruins,
neglected and overgrown,
ravaged by time.
Once it stood proud
and lovers gathered there,
but now it stands crumpled beyond repair
that love ceases to go there anymore
as it slowly disappears into the dust
from which it was born.
15 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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