Man’s possessiveness
You can tolerate anyone
But not the one who cuckolds you.
You will have slain him or your spouse.
Such is man’s possessiveness of women.
03.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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About possessiveness
No mind to lend
Is material possessiveness.
To interfere with others
Is personal possessiveness.
To spy your spouse
Is sexual possessiveness.
To catch others’ eyes
Is name possessiveness.
To will to live post death
Is self possessiveness.
The last one is the strongest
With crippling effects.
26.04.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sexual void
He knows not his wife is a paramour;
She knows not her spouse is a paramour.
Illicit relations have existed
Since the time immemorial so as
To fill necessarily the sexual void
Of the repressed society all along.
Orgasm demands outright exploration,
That a stranger only can bring about.
Adultery is lovely, the urge of life,
But guilt is built and the shame is outcome.
Spouse swapping is a new phenomenon,
Which quite nicely fills the sexual void,
Without guilt and without betrayal
And without the danger of breaking home.
The non-possessiveness in a great deal
Must be mandatory to accomplish.
Spouse swapping is a decent prostitution.
Spouse swapping is a mutual gratification.
Stigma severed, acceptance will gain ground.
12.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Possessiveness
Every inch of yours
is mine.
Every breath of yours
is mine.
Every space of yours
is mine.
Every move of yours
is mine.
I'm possessiveness
personified!
I need you, own you,
have you, possess you.
Every moment of your life,
all your time...is all mine!
Possessiveness
possesses me...
They say: detachment
is the best policy.
So here I go...
Let me renounce the world
to remain attached to thee!
Possessiveness owns me.
They say: remain aloof
to get detached. Separate
and go your own ways.
What they don't know is
Attachment has nothing
to do with proximity....
Even if you are far across
the seven continents
and the seven seas...
You'll never be able to
disown me!
I'm attached to you.
So are you, to me...
We are partners in possessiveness!
Every smell of yours
I possess
as if like a fragrance
I emanate from thee...
Every sight of yours
I possess, as if
in your eyes, you only
see me...
Possessiveness
possesses us...
like partners in fantasy.
This divine attraction
is the culmination of
love's orgasmic ecstasy!
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Sacrifices give pleasure
Interest removes pain.
Possessiveness breeds interests.
Attachments bring possessiveness.
Sacrifices are done willingly.
15.10.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Having a lover
Having a lover is not having pills
When ill, nor tonic when unwell,
Nor juice for thirst, nor food for hunger.
Having lover is having ginger
For appetite, liquor for lethargy
And a Viagra for man’s function
In his fantasy in bed with his wife
And an opium for woman’s orgasm
In fantasy when in bed with her husband.
By having a lover beside your spouse
You can eat your food you’re weary of.
The stigma of the extra marital is slain
07.11.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Gossips
To everyone save herself,
She is adulterous.
To everyone save her spouse,
She is adulterous.
Gossips spread like fire
Sparing her and her spouse.
23.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What is love?
Love is to kill the guilt:
I love my aged parents.
Love is out of pity:
I love my children.
Love is for feeling secure:
I love my benefactors.
Love is from identity:
I love my spouse.
Love is sexual drive:
I love all women.
Love comes without asking.
08.11.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Claws loosening
One murdered a man
Who cuckolded him.
One murdered his spouse
To live with his paramour.
One murdered her spouse
To flee with her lover.
One murdered a widow
For her liaison with his father.
One murdered a man
For his affair with one’s widow mother.
Crimes of sex are not uncommon.
Why are they rampant now?
Claws loosened and instincts emboldened.
22.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Man trains woman.
Women become conservative
Where men are possessive.
Women grow liberal
Where men are democrates.
Women are molded by men
30.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Wife's curse
Man has a wary eye
Upon his spouse
Though he is weary of her.
It is wives’ curse.
17.10.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The bond of the couple
Women are appearance conscious.
Education and earnings make them free.
Employments bring them to men’s company.
They spend more time with them than with husbands.
Women are not house bound, not village bound.
They live and float with their roots elsewhere.
The society has become permissive.
Infidelity becomes de rigueur.
To have a boy friend is the girl’s fancy.
To have a lover is the wife’s fancy.
Most of men and women are sinners.
Others may, given opportunities.
Close your eyes where light is unwanted. Close your ears where sound is unwanted.
Let possessiveness be torn; be light.
Or what else can one do to changing women?
04.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Qualms
Men seek women for fruits
But women give only shades.
Women have qualms to give
What men have fear to pluck.
13.04.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Spouse Always
Always I remember the boldness in the stance you take,
So every particle of food is digested, trodden and bitten.
Always the memory of you contains laughter,
Some of us lift the sheets we slept in
To find a sleeping spouse still present on them.
The giggling supports our bold job, the criticism is present,
Yet some of us live on, and on, and on together.
The woken spouse loved me always,
Some knowledge penetrated me all through the day.
It reflected through the stance and manner,
The religion was its own, now that the spouse lived.
May the spouse be equalled and be like me,
May the spouse be sponsored by me,
It magically appeared, this religion, for me.
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The denial
So irresistible was he to me;
So ruthless had I been to him.
So high a prize would I have to pay,
By being deserted by my spouse and kids,
Had I yielded to my temptation.
Denial is not rejection.
07.12.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Without women
Today a daughter and a princess
Tomorrow a mother or a mistress
Up! Up! Up! Women
Stop! Stop! Stop! Women
Perhaps true, perhaps true
Women are amazing creatures
Moulded with dazzling features
Women are an object of mystery
Have their own place in history
Women are great
They make the best dates
Except when they turn up very late
Without women
What will become of us?
No more noises on the bus
No one to make all the fuss
Without women
What will become of men?
Who will teach them,
How to behave and learn?
Women are the spicy ingredient of romance
Women are the juicy parent of importance
Women are a heavenly treasure
The epitome of human pleasure
Up! Up! Up! Women
Stop! Stop! Stop! Women
Perhaps true, perhaps true
Without women
Would this earth have survived?
Without women
Imagine how many will feel deprived
Women are simply delicious
Beware they can be serious
Especially when suspicious
And turn to Mrs Vicious
Women are priceless
Without women
Life will be without spice
Simply lifeless
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Possessiveness In Love
Sexual love is possessive to the core.
Man and woman entangle each other.
Man's possessiveness is for custody.
Woman's possessiveness is for a siege.
It's man's struggle to get a woman.
It's woman's struggle to cage him in.
He gives her money; she gives him honey.
She wants comfort and he wants loyalty.
Any intrusion will invite violence.
Suspicion is fatal to relation.
Woman is capable of handling it
By sheer show of virtue and prtence.
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Man’s business with woman
All potent men are predators on women.
They have some business with them,
That they would reveal sooner or later.
Women are clever enough to shelve theirs.
07.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The age allows expansion
At my twenty my mother had looked old.
Women that age in my fifty excite.
Norms for acceptability of women
Expand in proportion to man’s aging
25.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Tolerant Society
A tolerant society we've heard it all before
That fellow he is different he is from a distant shore
He never will be my friend so him i will ignore
I will only tolerate him just that and nothing more.
A tolerant society those words often used of late
By the leaders of the Government in a so called egalatarian State
Yet his birthday or successes we will never celebrate
We will only tolerate him he will never be our mate.
A tolerant society words best used to describe
That we will put up with others but we'll stick by our own tribe
Them we shall not acknowledge or to them say hello
And about them and their culture we do not wish to know.
In a tolerant society we only tolerate
And closer ties or friendships with them we do not wish to cultivate
He is from a different culture and our differences are great
And we only tolerate him he will never be our mate.
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Women see they aren’t free
Women fail to assert the freedom in sex
That the pioneers have won for them.
Though they are certainly aware
That it is only their choice
That keeps this freedom from them,
They are still afraid of using it.
Most likely their daughters too follow suit
As these women would not advocate to them
The freedom they feared to employ for themselves
And the freedom their mothers were deprived of.
Women take care of each other that they aren’t free.
08.01.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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