Nearness matters
It is not necessary that a woman
should be a sex appeal or a virgin,
or of some class to your desire.
Your nearness and her loneliness
can bring you both together soon.
Given time and secret moments,
The feat is accomplished in no time.
03.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Opposites match well.
To a spineless, an arrogant lady,
To a soldier, a fragile girl,
To an adamant, a meek woman
Appeal as an appeasing match.
23.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Marriage is to bind.
A moth has no desire for the flower he had visited.
A man has less desire for the woman he had tasted.
A moth wants its nectar. A man wants discovery.
That is why he is tied to her by marriage.
20.03.2001, pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Social is not immoral.
The woman who is cozy with you
And is disposed to give you company
Has least carnal desire to commit sex.
Her libido escapes through that path.
19.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Any woman can consume.
No woman to a man is failing.
As matter to fire is not failing..
Some, like petrol, catch instantly.
Some, like wood, catch in time.
Some, like coal, do with time.
Some, like iron, at least, rust.
Petrol to metal, a woman can be.
Time given, no love is unborn.
No love is out of burning.
21.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sex originates from thoughts
There must be a woman in brain,
By seeing her in person or from a print
Or by visualization of her image,
Without which there is no arousal,
Without which there is no erection,
And without which there is no emission.
An image of woman in imagination
Is in action at the time of orgasm.
Copulation and masturbation
Alike demand that requirements.
Even for the sleep emission,
Must there be a woman in dream.
A woman in brain is a must
To serve you as sexual stimulant.
18.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A virgin in first night.
The petals of the flower have crinkled.
The crest of the apple has slanted,
Its peduncle having relaxed.
There’re cuts littered on fleshy stem.
The burrow was bored to bring a stream
of sap.
The cortex was torn, latex oozing.
Not that a tree is in destruction
but that a virgin is in consummation.
25.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Loneliness
(harold beaty)
Baby like a symphony
Thats how love should be
Like a haunting melody
Haunting my memory
Ooh
One day loneliness will bring
You and I together again
No doubt in my mind
I know its just a matter of time
You were my first love
And that your heart will always remember
Youll be my last love
Oh Im yours, Im yours
Till the first of forever
Loneliness will bring you and I together again
Loneliness will bring you and I together again
So if your new love
Calls another name in her sleep
Thats one of the symptoms
That your hold on her is growing weak
So dont torture your heart
By paying for one more heartache
Youre only human
Youre entitled to more than one mistake
Loneliness will bring you and I together again
Loneliness will bring you and I together again
Baby like a symphony
Thats how love should be
Like a haunting melody
Haunting my memory
Ooh
One day loneliness will bring
You and I together again
No doubt in my mind
I know its just a matter of time
You were my first love
And that your heart will always remember
Youll be my last love
Oh Im yours, Im yours
Till the first of forever
Loneliness will bring you and I together again
Loneliness will bring you and I together again
Loneliness will bring you and I together again
Loneliness will bring you and I together, together again
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The old finds hard to pass
To dispense with your loneliness
You can engage yourself much in
Reading, watching and listening,
Where you require no companionship.
You can dispense with your loneliness
By writing or doing creative things,
Where you require others to share with you.
If not forth coming, you’ll be miserable.
27.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Loneliness
Roy orbison/joe melson
Loneliness is the worst thing in the world
To be alone all the day long
No ring on the phone, yeah this is wrong
Low down loneliness
This loneliness, I must confess
Yes its a mess of this loneliness
Low down loneliness, loneliness all around
Loneliness, you have found me loneliness
Oh loneliness, all of the time
Such loneliness, youre so unkind
Low down loneliness
Loneliness everywhere
Loneliness, Ive got more that my share
Oh loneliness, my destiny
Yeah loneliness, was I born to be
In low down loneliness? loneliness
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Janette and You and the Slapped Face.
Janette Richie
didn't like you much
as was shown
that time
in Mr Finn's class
when she slapped
your face
for something you'd said
leaving you
with a spinning head
and a red cheek
but that aside
and her rather
plump frame
and maybe spectacles
you kind of like
her motherliness
the bossiness
around the class
the way she walked
the wiggly ass
but whatever it was
you'd said to her
to invite the slap
it was just a string
of words carrying
no malice or meaning
to hurt and the sensation
of her hand of flesh
touching your
young boy's cheek
a nearness
she hadn't thought on
or given any deeper
probe than the desire
to swipe an annoying boy
not realizing
that the gesture
and the plump hand
landing had more
than a momentary
feel or touch
you there after kind of
liked her in your
secret way
never repeating
the words said
about her plumpish
frame or swaying ass
or the spectacles
of thick glass
and maybe the other
boys laughed
and thought it some
joke of misjudgement
on your part
but you found
a secret place for her
in your nine year old
heart.
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To eat, not to be eaten
He wanted some time
to be away from his wife
so that he can have time
spent with some women.
He had a pleasant moment.
He never thought that
that much time at that time,
his wife was left free
for other men to be happy with.
Every one wants to eat
but not to be eaten.
27.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Your time
Man, where do you head for? To live to others’ wishes,
You do all, all in hurry, all the time in worry.
Your time is the time when nothing is expected of you.
You must live that time as much as you could..
07.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Time makes or mars
Is one with you in enmity?
Wait. The time will heal.
Is one with you in amity?
Wait. The time will kill.
Time: It heals the wound and peasl the skin.
15.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nothing Left To Complain About
I am fearing the nearness of you.
Something within me wishes to submit.
Something that you do,
Allows with me to feel a comfort...
And a peacefulness.
I am fearing the nearness of you.
Too long have I been,
Denying to friends...
A compassion with love,
Would complete me once again.
But...
I find that I am fearing,
A nearness of you.
And it is the ease of a chemistry,
I feel with you I never knew before.
And...
I am fearing this nearness of you.
A closeness totally unexpected.
And one that strips me of my defenses,
Too.
I am fearing the nearness of you.
And so afraid you know this.
By the things you say and do...
With a patience that confuses.
And you are getting close,
To breaking down 'this' wall...
To have me love you most!
I am fearing the nearness of you.
You know just what you are doing!
And...
I've never been like that.
Wanting with desire to be the one pursued.
And here we are you and I.
With me fearing the nearness of you,
So close by my side.
And yet feel upset...
That I have nothing left to complain about.
'There is nothing left for you to complain about.'
How did you know I was thinking that?
'You seem to be upset.
With me you will have no regrets.
Just let whatever happens,
Be!
A life lived will uncover the facts.'
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The Virgin Man
My Love,
Today when you told me
That “something”
Happened to you
As I sat close to you
Whenever you were there
With me
And I with You.
Trust Me –
I don’t even remember
On how many such occasions
That “something” happened to you
When and where…
What day, and what place.
Yet I do remember
That very lovely smile
On your handsome face
Those twinkling eyes of yours
And the way you used to
Scribble your head
With those seductive
Fingers of yours…
Setting your hair straight
Combing your fingers through
And my Love,
Today when you confessed
About those “very difficult” times
When you felt it so hard
To stop yourself
From falling all over me…
I felt wonderful!
Being desired by you
For I’ve always desired you
Psychologically, emotionally
And physically -
Like a woman would desire
The man of her life
To whom she wants to be a
Life-long wife.
Once and for all,
If we could turn the clock back
And those moments of desire
Would come to us again
I wish you were not so
Hesitant
And neither was I
So very coy.
I wish you could come
Falling for me…
Seeking me
With love and passion.
And I would have had
Demurely, Blushingly
Yet so very truly
Given in to you
With my true emotions
That are still
Very much there...
For you, and you and you
After all these years
Of living in separation.
Call it the Game of Time
Or Destiny
May be a lot to do
With God’s Decree.
That when I felt for you
And You felt for me
I kept quite and
So did you.
If that one last time
Whenever it was -
Out of all the times
You had desired me
When I sat next to you
Talking all and sundry.
That one very moment
You could have let it out
And I could have had
The Guts
To say it all out -
How very much
I truly loved you
Deeply desired you
And even do
Till this very day.
That one moment in time
Ripe in passion and in love
Would have changed
Our destinies forever…
And I would have asked you
To marry me, to make me yours
I would have faced the world for you
If only you would have been mine.
Yes – That moment in time
Lost to posterity
Still has its fleeting glimpses
In us
In the memories we share
For we know
However much we care
For each other.
Now – You are no longer
That Virgin Man
And I am no more that
Virgin Woman
To offer our
Virgin love and passion
To each other.
You and me
Busy with our families
Being married elsewhere
Now seek comfort
And respite
In the memories of days gone by…
And some consolation
That there is a relationship
We hope to cherish
Till death makes us part
That is our long-distance
Time-tied, life-long
Friendship.
And what more can we do
As we always do…
Than me write a poem
And you read it through
Of a once Virgin Man
Who had feelings for
A once Virgin Woman.
Yet so blissfully unaware
That he was the Man
The Love of her Life
Whom she would have loved
To beget sons and daughters
As his very beloved wife.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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No colour is Omni-pleasant.
The red of blood is not pleasant.
The white of widow is unwelcome.
The blue of corpse, the black of coffin
And the yellow of teeth are irksome.
No colour has universal appeal.
No thought has timeless validity.
23.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Men are weaklings
A versatile woman can worry a man
When he is lonely or he’s away from home,
With nearness lasting and time extending..
Any woman can worry me at no time.
08.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The look adds colour
That dance feat was excellent.
The performer was the beauty queen.
That classical recital was well done.
The singer was a charming lady.
Intrinsic sex is the instrumental
for the value of feat.
25.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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