Man reaches the tragic end.
Half of women are born as impotent.
The other half is taught to be impotent.
Men swim for water in the sea.
Which man had ended his life on happy notes?
17.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Blue film- a needed media
Blue film: it is handier
Than the red light area.
It serves as direct stimulus
Unlike the yellow magazine.
It is decent unlike the green talk.
The impotent becomes the potent.
The temper-less becomes full of temper.
Blue film is useful only to man.
Half of men population has seen.
Elders out number youngsters.
Unlike men, women aren’t affected.
No stimulation from the blue.
For her the last is sex.
For him the peak is sex.
Only man worries from love failure.
24.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Have duller background
Women, half of your image
Is given by your women company
If they are brighter, you are shrunk.
If they are duller, you are succulent.
021.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nun and monk
A nun is born to blush unseen
And waste her sweetness in the desert.
A monk is born to beam unseen
And lose his shower in the ocean.
Both are ill born to wither unseen
And miss the other half in the wilderness.
Who is the cause, the God or His sons?
19.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Water and woman
‘Water, water, everywhere,
But not a dropp to drink’. It is the ocean
Women, women, everywhere,
But not a bit to touch. It is the society
Ocean water is salty and open.
Women water is sweet and seald.
24.05.2002, pakd
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Tenderness lacks maturity
More than the teenage girls,
Their mothers charm.
A woman charms more
As a mother of teens.
Many women made men mad
Only from their middle age.
Youth is half empty.
27.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Half The World
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Half the world hates
What half the world does every day
Half the world waits
While half gets on with it anyway
Half the world lives
Half the world makes
Half the world gives
While the other half takes
Half the world is
Half the world was
Half the world thinks
While the other half does
Half the world talks
With half a mind on what they say
Half the world walks
With half a mind to run away
Half the world lies
Half the world learns
Half the world flies
As half the world turns
Half the world cries
Half the world laughs
Half the world tries
To be the other half
Half of us divided like a torn-up photograph half of us are
Trying to reach the other half
Half the world cares
While half the world is wasting the day
Half the world shares
While half the world is stealing away
song performed by by Rush
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Half The World
Half the world lives,
Half the world makes,
Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
Half the world hates,
Half the world runs away,
Half the world's late,
Half the world praises the day.
Half the world is,
Half the world was,
Half the world thinks,
Half the world does.
Half the world lies,
Half the world burns,
Half the world cries
While the other half turns.
Half the world cares,
Half the world weeps,
Half the world shares,
Half the world keeps.
Half the world sings,
Half the world laughs,
Half the world brings,
Half the world tries to be the other half.
End.
A cure for forty death-dealing cells
Impotent at birth
Impotent at death
and only somewhat potent in between
Why were you born without your own consent
What was the karmic guilt of your first birth
and what about those maimed in the mind
crippled in the womb
eaten by meningitis
by herpes
by syphillis
by aids
What are their chances of mending their karma
And what about that baby born without a brain
How is it to be blamed
for not giving its organs to some transplant bank
Who cares if you live on
If you die
who cares
and for how long
Does one have to care
being but ephemeral
(© T. Wignesan, April 2,1992, Paris - from the collection: back to background material,1993)
poem by T. Wignesan
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Skirmish
purging half-sleep half-death
half-born baby of rain—all drain— drown
wet motion mythologies—
aguish wounded grackle screams—
dove dreams, kiss of the crazy
man cooing
aligerous stasis:
when the basis of all cycles sleeps, ask
what keeps the current flowing, the merchant going, the ground growing
wrinkles—worn women—torn women—women who bleed
water, the river their only record: a deep lurching flood
of names and unfound flesh.
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Thirst
My spirit wails for water, water now!
My tongue is aching dry, my throat is hot
For water, fresh rain shaken from a bough,
Or dawn dews heavy in some leafy spot.
My hungry body's burning for a swim
In sunlit water where the air is cool,
As in Trout Valley where upon a limb
The golden finch sings sweetly to the pool.
Oh water, water, when the night is done,
When day steals gray-white through the windowpane,
Clear silver water when I wake, alone,
All impotent of parts, of fevered brain;
Pure water from a forest fountain first,
To wash me, cleanse me, and to quench my thirst!
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Twenty Questions (feat. Miho Hatori)
Is the cup half empty, or is the cup half full?
Does the sun rise at dawn, or does the earth just spin along?
Or is it all perspective on how we see the world?
How many countless life forms are on a little ball that twirls?
Are we intrinsically separate beings?
Or could we possibly be parts of the same thing?
Water feeds the plants and the sunshine makes them grow,
So how can anyone be an island on their own?
Does life make me happy, or does it bring me down?
Do I have what I need, or do I just want what's around?
Am I seeing truth, or do I just see wool?
Well is the cup half empty, or is the cup half full
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Marriage is a guarantee.
Matrimony is just a ‘mate reservation’.
You are guaranteed a partner.
Otherwise, imagine! Half of you
Will starve and the rest will corner all.
28.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Failure in progress
Half of women are frigid
And the other half, timid.
So man can hunt none
Yet fails not to hunt on.
05.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Music is happiness
Music tans your rawness
And awakens your awareness.
Learn it or listen to it
Lack of it takes half of your happiness.
17.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hate is the shadow of love
You hate a person
As you know him only half.
To love a person
Too, you had known him half.
You love and hate
The one, fully known.
The quarreling pair is the loving pair.
23.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Princess Margaret
The sister of Queen Elizabeth,
The daughter of King George VI,
Princess Margaret was dead
In her seventy first year,
On Tenth February,2002,
Her mother a centurion,
Having attended her funeral.
She was not born to be the queen
But ruled as a beauty queen.
Group Captain Peter Townsend
Was fortunate to be her lover.
Princess Margaret was unfortunate
To forgo her love for the royalty.
She was more so to fit herself
With her unfit match;
She ended her life on a sad note.
Assets and beauty are not guarantees
For the success of a woman’s life.
A most covetable commodity
Had rusted, long unattended.
05.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Half Breed
My father married a Cherokee
My mother's people were ashamed of me
The Indian's said that I was white by law
The white man always called me Indian Squaw
Half breed
Is all I ever heard
Half breed
Let me hate the word
Half breed
She's no good they warned
Both sides were against me since the day I was born
We never settled went from town to town
When you're not welcome you don't hang around
The other children always laughed at me
Give her a feather she's a Cherokee
Half breed
Is all I ever heard
Half breed
Let me hate the word
Half breed
She's no good they warned
Both sides were against me since the day I was born
We weren't accepted and I felt the shame
Fifteen I left and tell me whose to blame
My life since then has been from man to man
But I can't run away from what I am
Half breed
Is all I ever heard
Half breed
Let me hate the word
Half breed
She's no good they warned
Both sides were against me since the day I was born
Half breed
Is all I ever heard
Half breed
Let me hate the word
Half breed
She's no good they warned
Both sides were against me since the day I was born
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Tolerance of woman.
Be an abuser; be a deciever.
Your wife will be put up with you.
Women are not willing to put up
With men who are impotent.
04.09.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woo with tongue
Eyes are windows of man,
By which he seeks women.
It is ears for women,
By which they yield to men.
Man, be humorist and an admirer.
12.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Those Glory Days
Those glory days...
Come to be lived and meant for seekers of adventure.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
Those glory days...
Will not be felt that way for those who are in pain.
The ones complaining everyday and that remains the same.
Those glory days...
Come to be lived and meant for seekers of adventure.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
Those glory days...
Are for those who reach and seek an energy.
The ones who stand up straight to get up off of their knees.
The ones not looking for someone to convince and please.
The ones who choose to live their lives happily in ease.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
Those glory days...
Will not be felt that way for those who are in pain.
The ones complaining everyday and that remains the same.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
Those glory days...
Will not be felt that way for those who are in pain.
The ones complaining everyday and that remains the same.
Those glory days...
Are for those who reach and seek an energy.
The ones who stand up straight to get up off of their knees.
The ones not looking for someone to convince and please.
The ones who choose to live their lives happily in ease.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
Those glory days...
Will not be felt that way for those who are in pain.
The ones complaining everyday and that remains the same.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
Those glory days...
Do not support the liniment impotent people.
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