Love is a trade.
When a man is landed up
with a woman of fortune,
to wed her, he is haste
lest some one should usurp.
When he has the upper hand
he is quick for her flesh,
With wedding not in card,
himself not in confidence.
Love is a trade
and is bought by fraud.
25.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Way is the key.
Conduct yourself to be loved by the woman.
Imbue in her confidence. Stand for her honour.
Disseminate her blush. Overcome her fear.
She will not junk you in the game of love, it’s sure.
03.02.2001, Pmdi
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Wants are stronger than love
A flower in a vase, I love.
But one in garden, I want.
An apple bought, I love.
But one plucked, I want.
A puppy in-door, I love.
But the one next door, I want.
A parrot in cage, I love.
A mina outside, I want.
A diamond on finger, I love.
But the one on nose, I want.
The music from media, I love.
But the one in person, I want.
A print of an actress, I love.
But that of my sweetheart, I want.
The woman who cares, I love.
But the one who I care, I want.
Dear, you are intangible.
Dear, I want you terribly.
18.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The mode of attraction
He is struck by her sight;
He is lured by her curves;
He is aroused by her image.
Her flesh is his ultimate.
She is nonchalant at first;
She is moved in company;
She is aroused in sequences.
His hold is her ultimate.
A visual stimulus of woman
Is enough to arouse a man.
Amorous sequences of events
Are needs to arouse a woman.
Mere porn can lure a man;
But in story form, it lures a woman.
He wants to hold;
She wants a hold.
14.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Grief gauges love
How deep you were in love with
A woman can be discerned well
By the strength and the length of grief
That her departure affected you.
02.05.2001, Pmdi
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Flirt and copulate
A beloved gave her heart and then her flesh.
She gets quick orgasm.
The wife gave her flesh and then heart.
She gets slow orgasm.
An admirer gives her heart and no access.
She gets it in masturbation.
A slut gives her flesh and not her heart.
She never gets orgasm.
Unless you cause orgasm
You are not worth the man to woman.
Flirt and copulate. It is supreme.
12.08.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Romance is discriminated.
Love can ignite between any man and woman,
Across barriers: social, racial, ethical,
Marital. Widows and divorcees not barred.
But we approve of only love of virgins
15.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Victorious if not meritorious.
A boy wooed a girl. No wonder.
A lord coaxed a maid. No wonder.
A man hooked an estranged woman
Or a widow is courted. No wonder.
Love between a widow and a widower
Sparks and so does the extra marital sex
When they have grown beyond the age..
A man past the age won the love of a woman, a young mother of rpute.
It is the wonder of wonders,
worth reminiscing and ruminating.
24.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Battered Doll
A red dress for blood spilt,
Torn blouse for flesh rent;
Ladders in the stockings –
A rung for every callous blow landed.
Scuffed shoes winked about the kicks –
After all, bruise-gorged eyes can’t –
Just permanently closed.
Burning tears were scant warmth
Against a chill from ugly cries.
Lipstick smudges on the chin to
Nullify all vestiges of beauty –
Those that constituted rare patches
Of purest cream skin, from
Days of feminine joy, telling once
Upon a time there was an angel…
But now, a battered doll.
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Love erases lust
Maybe a man is drawn to a woman by his lust.
Once intimacy develops, he clings to her by love.
The love he gets for her makes his lust profane.
Once love has grown up, she is felt by her absence.
12.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Men are from Mars and Women from Venus
If men are from Mars and women from Venus
Then why do men only think with their p****?
God created us equal and gave us each a brain
Most women use it wisely yet men go insane
Their upper chamber is empty, besides sex that comes to mind
That's all that a man wants, if a woman he can find
Someone who is not too demanding and will subdue to his thought
Too bad he has to pay the price for what he has bought
A woman asks for shopping and a vacation they must take
His brain ceases completely with applied emergency brakes…Lol
Nothing comes easy and a price has to be paid
This is what is called a balance of the trade
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Have respite to sustain.
A woman may love you so much
but is not cheap to display it as such.
She may fear harbouring your photo
but might have secured your group photo.
She may fear inviting you home
but might have seen you in some gatherings.
She may destroy all your scribbles
but might have held journals containing some.
She may have anguish to see you
but might have been blatant to show you.
It is true that she fell in love
and by truce hold it hand in glove.
She has equal and opposite
reaction to your action. Have respite.
07.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When not renewed, it is doomed.
The money I spent on the phone call
could have bought me six packets of cigarettes.
But her voice, ridden with love, fills
My heart full. I have no regrets.
By her words I could see her.
By her tone I could feel her.
A debt not demanded,
and a crop not attended
are lost for ever. So is the love.
Let her calve for one;
For me let her milk.
She has, thus far, not yielded fruit.
She is not barren. She still merits.
22.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The lasting love
Who can give you a lasting love?
The one who is passionate,
The one who is alluring,
Or the one who is kind and wise?
A modest, shy and chaste woman?
The one who loves you or who you love?
May not be.
The one who you are proud of
and who in turn is proud of you.
05.05.2001, Pmdi
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Man’s fort
Man, the heart of woman is your real fort.
Your mansions, wealth, fame, all come only next.
With a nest secured in a woman’s heart,
In comfort can you live even as a pauper..
08.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Empowerment of women
How can we arm the one who is already armed?
How can women empower themselves,
while already in power?
Her flesh is the ground and her love, the goal.
Every man’s aim is to play and earn her, the goal.
Her sex rules men. She, the ruler, makes men slave.
Battles were won and lost by men over women.
Men were dead for the women and by the women.
Women know they are rulers and men are cringers
Women are the cause of tussle; else peace will rule.
Sexuality and hedonism betoken woman’s power.
‘Still more’ means like arming elephants
with larger eyes.
01.05.2001, Pmdi
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Woman is the beautiest
The most beautiful creature
is woman, no doubt.
But one condition clause-
‘To the eyes of man.’
09.02.2001, Pmdi
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Each is a head
A dull woman too is the centre
of attraction on her bridal day.
An idiotic man too gains status
in the role of husband and father.
Any woman is the queen as mother.
Any host is a king to the guests.
Every cat has a day.
Every beast is a head.
04.05.2001, Pmdi
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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
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Seldom seen one is green.
The full-moon, I love. My love never fails.
It is only once in a month.
The rainbow, I love. My love never fails.
It is once in a blue moon.
The sun, I need. No need to love.
It is there every day.
Out-door woman are striking.
19.04.2001, Pmdi
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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