No one likes you for your flirting.
I was lavish with spreading the message of
my romance
To the known and the unknown with a
sense of eminence,
To earn a mileage out of it by imbuing
others with jealousy,
But others from my back branded me as
a womanizer.
09.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Scale overturns
I hate one who is a womanizer
But not myself who hunted many.
In him, I find contemptible lust.
In me, it is something chivalrous.
28.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Armani
To Susilo Bambarg Yudhoyono of Indinesia,
And to Lula Da Silvia of Brazil;
Your name is Armani and,
My love for you is like Absalom's Monument.
Life is like a message to the unknown girl,
Life is like a message to the unnown boy,
Life is like a message to the unknown man,
Life is like a message to the unknown woman,
Life is like a message to the unkown gardener,
Life is likea message to the unknown potter,
Life is like a message to the unknown seller,
Life is like a message to the unknown painter,
But i will be with you my love.
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To call an old as old is an insult.
No man, old though he may be,
Likes to be treated so
When he is offered a seat beside a women.
No woman, old though she may be,
Likes to be branded so
When she is given a seat beside a man.
Don’t treat the old as old.
11.06.2002, pakd
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Love does not see the end
Not bad is the mango from the lower branch
A few jumps and a stick might do.
But all the leaps I did for a high, shy fruit
That slipped off my grips.
Hard to earn is sweet to get.
04.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Romance Bore Seduction
Hand blessed hand, caressed.
A blushing rose, her face;
Her breast alive;
The elfin nose, a diamond set -
A kiss upon perfection
Bore a rise of pulse
To coach a sultry moan
Across a mellow breath of wine.
He knew; he sensed,
And easing loose a clasp of lace,
Another sign of her relenting:
Wild the play of eyes,
A fuller glide of skin;
He felt the now begin -
Her swell, intention in the sigh.
And so to hedge his move upon the cue -
The cry of deep anticipation,
Waxing all he saw -
Tho' not for us to view -
Arrived, emotion raw.
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The principle of writing
Let the language be lucid and fluid.
The message be clear.
Words be apt and striking.
Let the sentences be short and straight.
Then your writing is readable.
02.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be with stuff
A pleasant face, a sturdy body,
A sweet voce, a graceful walk,
The composure, the rhythmic steps,
A sense of cleanliness, some talents in arts,
The mannerism, the intelligence,
A sense for fidelity and loyalty-
Can’t you try to possess the above
Or as much you can, to stay wanted?
25.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What is sense?
A fool speaks nonsense,
In which a wise one finds sense.
A wise one makes all sense
That a fool takes as nonsense.
What is sense?
21.05.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love is everlasting.
Wonder, venture, adventure,
Sports, play, games,
Comedy, humor, satire,
Detective, Violence and on,
I had left one by one
In reading materials,
In all my span of life.
But, I had not left
Love, romance and sex,
Which are immortal to the mortal.
21.05.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love fed the ego.
Attention crises, identity crises,
Acceptance crises, recognition crises,
Response crises all are at naught
When you earn the glance of a woman.
The lust is the ocean that bathes the ego.
To win a woman is
More than to win a battle.
06.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Happy moments
Whenever there is privacy
You are liberal with your instincts.
When it is coupled with secrecy
You are double liberal with it
There lies your soul’s intimacy,
Which gives you a sense of ecstasy.
01.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Evil of rivalry
Be it a root, shoot, bark or leaves,
Be it sepals, petals, ovary or seeds.
No rivalry, no infighting, no usurpation.
Their goal is to live their parts and die.
They have no sixth sense to rival.
22.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sexual love- its effect.
You are desperate to please her,
You discard what she dislikes
And adopt what she likes.
You spend time and energy
Like water to earn her love.
You do everything
To rise up in her estimate.
Her defects are invisible.
Her merits are enlarged.
Her evasion, you take as testing.
Her vision, you wait for endlessly.
You are obsessed with her features.
It is the real sexual love.
Love for the deity is similer too.
01.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Literature is the negative of photo
Literature mirrors not
What its society packs.
It mirrors what it lacks.
It is a negative reflector
And vacuum filler.
Slavery gave heroic epics.
Poverties pave for kingly epics.
Romance sprang from sexual taboo.
Eroticism clang of perversion
01.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Jealousy
(Jealousy) What made you get the same shoe as mine?
(Jealousy) I cop attain and bought a house then came
(Jealousy) Why'd you have to say my mother's name?
(Jealousy) I could kill you or leave you shamed
(Jealousy) Let me introduce you to the world of jealousy
(Jealousy) It can get you killed
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Of Gods And Virgins
Treading on burning cinders
it was a saga of fear versus unknown.
Stripped, before drooping eyes
scarred, armless, unflying.
Into the regeneration phase:
not a single word, single concern
of yourself, you walked to arrive
without adding a question.
There was a movement without ripples,
death of the black, mottled, many.
I, becoming transcendental scion
of whole, sincere entity.
Melting to start a romance
in the house of petals,
of fragrant pheromones
deluging the phoenix.
To want the crowd, select a colossus
cadaver spreading on mushrooms in field
erect a man in white bones, unrivalled
jealousy of virgins and gods.
poem by Satish Verma
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To wane the guilt.
Better, stab on one’s back
Than cheat a faithful one.
Better, kill one while asleep
Than exploit the bereaved.
Anger, show to the strong.
Mercy, show to the weak.
Then the guilt is not built.
24.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Internet Romance
INTERNET ROMANCE
Melvin Banggollay
In the internet cafes many stay
From early morning till dawn
Chating to someone all day
Smiling alone while they yawn.
For me, its great fun everyday
mailing message of my own
To strangers online in any day
Hoping to get their attention.
Many responded it so quickly
Some never talked to unknown
Few replied the next next day
Others ignore and let it blown.
But lucky Am I one special day
I had a message not my own
From a place many miles away
Wishing to meet me in person.
She said, she wanted to see me
to know the man's great passion
Inside an old guitar's symphony
Where I had blown the love I own.
From then on, we used to convey
Warm romance our hearts sown
But sad to say that until this day
It remains only a dream unborn.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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It's In The Message
It's in the message that is a benefit.
It's in the message that is left that is effective,
If...
The one who comprehends the message meant.
And...
If the message sent to them makes any sense.
And...
The understanding of it doesn't get them bent,
Out of shape.
Or brings heartache.
And that message is received,
As a gift to take.
It's in the message that is a benefit.
It's in the message that is left that is effective,
If...
The one who comprehends the message meant.
And...
If the message sent to them makes any sense.
And...
The understanding of it doesn't get them bent,
Out of shape.
Or brings heartache.
And the message is received,
As a gift to take.
It's in the message that arrives...
And one will take.
It's in the message that delivers...
A statement made!
And taken...
As a gift!
Yes,
It's in the message that is a benefit.
And...
It's in the message for the one who makes some sense of it.
And admits,
It benefits...
To believe.
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Jealousy gender specific
Man wants to be a woman puller;
Else, he becomes a womanizer.
Yet he abhors other men for this.
Woman wants to be a temptress;
Else, she becomes liberal in chats.
Yet she abhors other women for this.
Jealousy breeds in the same gender.
31.08.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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