No use of death tears
A man at deathbed is full of tears,
Not that he leaves the pleasure of the world
But that how his cherished things would be handled
And that how he would be judged and weighed..
More often than not he’ll be utterly belied.
You need not cultivate hopeful thoughts.
13.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dear, imitate Jesus
The world experienced dawn
When Jesus Christ was born.
My soul had found its dawn
When your love I had won.
Jesus never belied.
By you, I am not denied.
23.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Restrict the wants to things in hand
The milk that is not full in a vessel
Can be full in an exact vessel
And even spill over from a smaller one.
Your want is the vessel and things, the milk.
25.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Be Hopeful
Hopeful
Be hopeful
Want to be successful
Saw good seeds
For we are cursed and blessed
By our own deeds
Being hopeful is to over come
And encouragement
Becomes our strength
For what we could become here
Unless we over come our fear
The wind blowing
Here and there
Life becomes so unfair
All you need to do
Is to be hopeful
Hopeful
Be hopeful
poem by Matt Ancient
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Franks 2000 Tv
Risin above the city, blocking out the noonday sun
It dwarfs the mighty redwoods and it towers over everyone
I still remember when that delivery truck came down our block
What a lucky guy, I hear he got the last one in stock
And the neighbors are just green
They say, thats the biggest screen weve ever seen!
Its franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Everbody come and see(franks 2000 tv)
Franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Thats franks remote control, you can look, but dont touch it, please
cause franks the one in charge and he decides what everybody sees
The pictures crystal clear and everything is magnified
Robert deniros mole has got to be ten feet wide
Everybody in the town
Can hear those 90,000 watts of dolby sound
And Im mighty proud to say
Now I can watch the simpsons from thirty blocks away
On franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Everybody come and see (franks 2000 tv)
Franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Everybody come and see (franks 2000 tv)
Im gonna get one of my own real soon
Its like having a drive-in movie in your own living room
Whoa, hey now... hey now na na na now
Hey now... hey now na na now
Franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Everybody come and see (franks 2000 tv)
Franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Got a two year warranty on parts and labor
Franks 2000 tv (franks 2000 tv)
Franks 2000 tv
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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2000 Miles
Theres something I need to say
Im not sad youre gone away no way
Wont be calling information
Or waiting at the railway station
You walked out of my front door
I wasnt then but now Im sure
I need to be at least 2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
Had to get me to the church on time
To say that silly I do I do nursery rhyme
Youve been bitching at me for awhile
Say hey now baby dont you cramp my style
Dont go beating me like that
Im glad I wont be coming back
I need to be at least 2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
2000 miles away from you
song performed by by Erasure
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Love is not threatened by lust.
He, who is after other women,
Is still not averse to his woman
He, who loves his wife,
Is still interested in other women.
Pleasure and affection are different.
Kannakhi never felt threatened
By Madhavi’s love to her husband.
Wife! Give him some loose end.
He will return to amend.
15.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Name, not stuff, carries
She charged fees in thousands.
Now she demands in millions
As she has been crowned Miss World.
Your pulse, not her flesh, rates.
23.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Forgotten Fertility Myth
Pranab k c
27/06/2011
a deep depression
carries monsoon again
its raining
five days at a stretch
day and night
she is wet
her chastity
waiting to be ploughed
soil so soft
to be mould in creation
plough hard
my peasant friend
pour dropp to form seed
your personal rain
would make her corny
every dream
of your personal cloud
would make her smile festive
fertile soil seeks seedling
cultivate you the peasant
cultivate hard
cultivate with care
cultivate with unending passion
She waits to bear all the pain
for a pleasure of exposing a life again
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Virtue is its own reward, and brings with it the truest and highest pleasure; but if we cultivate it only for pleasure's sake, we are selfish, not religious, and will never gain the pleasure, because we can never have the virtue.
quote by John Henry Newman
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Be boundless
Birds have no boundaries.
Winds have no boundaries.
The whole world is theirs.
Without conflicts they live there.
Remove nation and religion.
You can live as they do.
23.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The End of Love!
This is my confession
to justify my love for you
so then I can describe your pain
with my poor pen
writing black, which still leaves marks on paper
but with power. when dealing with you!
perhaps indiscreet or pride
but always limited by love
Is not me who owns the magic
it emanates from you!
and so cowardly am
I steal and I say they are my
the indelible marks of his passion!
I steal, I possess!
What is not my
but all that is yours!
And I say it's mine!
So I lie too!
and you are judged so harshly
with such guilt, which was given thee by
and then drawn by me!
Blessing of the Gods!
But I steal, lie and I possess!
all that is yours!
And I say, It's mine!
Sometimes I'm your liniment
 Others
live steam for their wounds
and I cause such suffering.
Pleasure and pain
mixed cherished
i am so sorrowful,
Please, my Love
leave your bags in the hall
I do not lie. do not steal,
I own nothing
poem by Mirna Morgan
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You Seem To Have The Whole Pot Of That To Yourself!
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
That my desire to express my understanding...
Would be a point of view,
Of your...
Point of view explored.
How boring can you get?
To 'assume' that is my quest.
Your limitedness is not my goal at all.
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
You must have learned that from some historical teachings.
Something that assured you with ego and overconfidence.
Something to you that only makes sense!
As for me...?
You are just an obstacle on my journey.
An issue like baggage,
Dealt with and ignored!
How utterly preposterous you are...
To be consumed of thought that my thoughts,
Are of your making.
Self destruction is not my cup of tea.
You seem to have the whole pot of that to yourself!
And it appears you find it quite delicious?
I have no taste for that kind of waste!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A face in use is not ugly
He is without a face.
He will have it in phase
With the people he lives with.
No inmate looks ugly.
31.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No one is aloof.
There may be at least one
Who will stand by you.
There may be at least one
Who would miss you from death.
Be yourself. Lose no hope.
Then you’re not aloof.
01.09.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Cowboy Song
Tears fall
Discard your innocent dreams
Loves fall
They kinda leave you empty
Leaves fall
The seasons pass you by
And you think
That maybe you can fly
Ceilings fall
With each romance you encounter
Clouds fall
With each moment of despair
Buildings fall
The pavement is their bed
But whats the last thing
That goes through your head
You take the elevator to the top
The next thing you know
There you are standing on the edge
And all the flashing lights and futile cries
Theyre hopeful, you know ? ? ?
Just close your eyes and take that final step
Rains fall
They dampen your will to live
Gods fall
With each pleasure that you give
You fall
And take the whole world with you
But will you even bother to look down
You take the elevator to the top
The next thing you know
There you are standing on the edge
The circumstance it turns you inside out
So we can have peace ? ? ?
Before you find out whats inside your head
Whats inside your head!
You take the elevator to the top
The next thing you know
There you are standing on the edge
The circumstance it turns you inside out
So we can have peace ? ? ? (maybe ... so weak and happy ... suggestions? )
Before you find out whats inside your head
And all the flashing lights and futile cries
Theyre hopeful, you know ? ? ? (like theyre hopeful that hell jump)
Just close your eyes and take that final step.
song performed by by Faith No More
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I live and will die by you
It is my memory of you
That kindles my spirit.
It is the same memory
That swindles my heart.
My head is full with your thought.
My bed is sore from the same thought.
Day by day pain aggravates;
The same way does my plight.
It is my memory of you
That gives me joy.
It is the same memory
That sends me to sorrow.
You throw on me the day and the night.
I enjoy both in different lights.
I cherish you in my memory;
I may perish from the same memory
29.11.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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athem for the year 2000
We are the youth
We'll take your fascism away
We are the youth
Apologise for another day
We are the youth
And politicians are so sure
We are the youth
And we are knocking on death's door
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so sure
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so small
Never knew we were living in a world
And the world is an open court
Maybe we don't want to live in a world
Where innocence is so short
We'll make it up to you
in the year 2000 with...
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so sure
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so small
Never knew we were living in a world
And the world is an open court
Maybe we don't want to live in a world
Where innocence is so short
We'll make it up to you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000
Make it up to you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000 with you
Never knew we were living in a world
With a world that could be so sure
Never knew we were living in a world
With a mind that could be so small
Never knew we were living in a world
And the world is an open court
Maybe we don't want to live in a world
World who cares at all
We'll make it up to you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000
Make it hard for you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000
Make it hard for you
In the year 2000
Build it up for you
In the year 2000 with you
song performed by by Silverchair from neon ballroom
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The object of love changes
Once when I was a lad
My mother was my cynosure.
Then my wife, then my children.
Now at my old age,
It is my tiny granddaughter,
Who alone now requites her love.
14.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Fool is a lover
He fell in love with her in her middle age.
Since her puberty, how many, with a vantage,
Would have disturbed, pursued,
Excited, aroused and embarrassed her
And how many, with chance in their side,
Would have wooed and courted her?
But he can’t but refuse to believe it.
He loved her as though she was a maiden
And took her love a virgin one,
As if he is the first to steal her heart.
She departed; he departed but not his loving her,
Though taken away by time and distance,
Though reunion being weak in its stance
And though new union having a chance.
How foolish a lover is! Let him be.
Pleasure is the manifestation of foolishness.
30.10.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Thoughts
Creative thoughts-I let them dance alone
On empty shores of hopeful bliss
Their beauty can my life enhance
As your tender kiss
Creative thoughts-Not touched by things
Nor pierced by words or sound,
Or distractive clowns
In ecstasy
I feel their fashion of lifting wings
That raise me far from distractive things.
poem by Howard Johnson
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