Propinquity is fire
Propinquity is the heat,
From which no woman,
However chaste she is,
Can help being burnt,
If put on long run.
10.12.2003, Chennai
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Midnight Sun
They say you know your way around
They say you are a man of the world
You say she is a new kid in town
You think shes just another girl
You get suspicious that something is wrong
No explanation why it lasts so long
And by the look on your face, everybody knows
You cant deny that you feel exposed
You can feel the heat when the night is gone
You been burnt by the midnight sun
When you look for relief but you cant find none
You been burnt by the midnight sun
Like a train running down the track
Its too late, things are out of control
Theres no way she can take you back
Theres no release for the brand on your soul
You never noticed the touch of her hand
You messed around with things
You dont understand
Now you sit in darkness while a new day dies
Her face is shining when you close your eyes
When you feel the heat when the light is gone
You been burnt by the midnight sun
When you look for relief but you cant find none
You been burnt by the midnight sun
I know the feeling, you wish youd been warned
Now you and I are brothers in arms
cause I know the pain cause I know her kind
One left a feeling burning in my mind
And you feel the heat when the night is gone
I been burnt by the midnight sun
And I look for relief but I cant find none
I been burnt by the midnight sun
I can feel the heat when the light is gone
I been burnt by the midnight sun
And I look for relief but I cant find none
I been burnt by the midnight sun
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Clay Woman
Clay woman, baked too long
Stone cold, deep red, stand
Clay woman, heat too high,
Brittle with the remnant demand
Too long in the kiln
Not set at bake but sear
Scorched beauty remains,
But not a breath be near
Can't breathe too hard,
Clay woman may turn to dust
Can't look too long
For clay woman may combust,
And above all else,
Do not touch her heart,
Her back will break,
Her wounds will smart,
Clay woman, baked too long
All hope and joy abstains,
Clay woman, heat too high
Can my tears salvage my remains?
poem by Eowyn Aurora
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The propellant is attractive
Who is the most attractive?
Child: Mother!
Woman: Child!
Man: Woman!
It’s a cycle
The race is on.
08.12.2001, Chennai
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Train Kept A Rollin'
Well, on a train, I met a dame,
She rather handsome, but (???) the same
She was pretty, from New York City
I'm walkin' down that old fair lane,
I'm in heat, I'm in love,
But I just couldn't tell her so
I said, train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
With a "heave!", and a "ho!"
But I just couldn't tell her so, no, no, no
Well, get along, sweet little woman get along
On your way, get along, sweet little woman get along
On your way,
I'm in heat, I'm in love,
But I just couldn't tell her so, no, no, no
Well, on a train, I met a dame,
She rather handsome, but (???) the same
She was pretty, from New York City
I'm walkin' down that old fair lane,
I'm in heat, I'm in love,
But I just couldn't tell her so
I said, train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
With a "heave!", and a "ho!"
But I just couldn't tell her so, no, no, no
Well, get along, sweet little woman get along
On your way, get along, sweet little woman get along
On your way,
I'm in heat, I'm in love,
But I just couldn't tell her
Well, we made a stop in Albequerque
She must'a thought I was a real cool jerk
Got off the train, and put her hands up
Lookin' so good I couldn't let her go
But I just couldn't tell her so
I said, train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
Train kept a-rollin' all night long
I'm in heat, I'm in love,
But I just couldn't tell her
song performed by by Guns N' Roses
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Where the mistake never teaches:
Man refuses to learn from the past mistakes.
Having bitten by women after woman,
He still goes woman after woman
27.12.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Train Kept A Rollin
Well on a train, I met a dame
She rather handsome
We kinda look the same
She was pretty
From new york city
Im walkin down that old fair lane
Im in heat, Im in love
But I just couldnt tell her so
(chorus)
I said, train kept a rollin all night long
Train kept a rollin all night long
Train kept a rollin all night long
Train kept a rollin all night long
With a heave, and a ho
But I just couldnt tell her so, no, no, no
Well, get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
Well, get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
Im in heat, Im in love
But I just couldnt tell her so, no, no, no
Well on a train, I met a dame
She rather handsome
We kinda looked the same
She was pretty
From new york city
Im walkin down that old fair lane
Im in heat, Im in love
But I just couldnt tell her so
(chorus)
Well, get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
Well, get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
Im in heat, Im in love
But I just couldnt tell her
Well, we made a stop in albequerque
She musta thought
I was a real cool jerk
Got off the train, and put her hands up
Lookin so good, I couldnt let her go
But I just couldnt tell her so
(chorus)
Im in heat, Im in love
But I just couldnt tell her
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Town planning
As the plane climbed up at dusk over
Meenambakkam Airport in Chennai,
I look down from window-seat to see
The concentration of twinkling lights
That indicate the main road in the city,
Not straight but perhaps formed over time,
Narrowings between two developed areas
Or the result of some indecision or litigation?
I recall my long flight to Buenos Aires in 1987
And a week-long stay in Claridges' Hotel mid-town.
The concierge pulled out just a palm-sized map
Of that city of ten million - before the advent of laptop -
And could give me directions to reach any part of city
With just two of three turns according to that map.
It was truly a planned city: flying above it at night,
One would see a lit-up chessboard,
Not the Chennai-type of snakes and ladders!
Well, does it make a difference, one wonders at times?
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Rose
A rose is but a woman
Chaste, fragrant, prominent
Its thorns its protecting weapon
In haste to retaliate, violate
Roseate blossom is innocent, redolent
Wafting in air chaste fragrance
Crushed by anyone malevolent
Thorns'll pierce him bleed by vehemence
poem by Indira Renganathan
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To be longed for and to long
Why must a woman flaunt her beauty,
Even after having secured her mate
If at all that was her strategy,
And why must she still pursue it
Though not at all to procure one,
And carry it past menopause
When her cyclic urge settles down?
Why must a man long for a woman,
Even after having hooked his mate
If at all that was his acumen,
And why must he still sustain it
Though not at all to replace the one,
And carry it past his menopause
When he is rendered as a straw?
Being longed for is her pleasure;
Longing for woman is his pleasure.
23.09.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pious and chaste.
I needed to steal but I didn’t;
No guts.
I desired to rape but I didn’t;
No nerves.
I wanted to revenge but I didn’t;
No valour.
I ended as a man pious
Like a woman who ends as chaste.
Being just and chaste for want of guts
07.10.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A woman’s form
The twins turning away in enmity,
The head resting on a long pedestal,
And the trunk cased by a stable hip,
A woman is in form, lacking other features.
29.04.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman mantles man
Though it overweighs and overspreads,
A canopy is not independent of the trunk,
Which is woman on who balances man.
Woman needs no empowerment.
13.12.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Beauty is a burden
Beauty is as well a burden
To woman as it is an asset
Every woman willingly bears it
As Jesus bore the Cross
28.09.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Angel or devil?
Other than woman, who is capable
Of raving up man’s passion and ambition
Till he goes out in exhaustion and desperation?
Is the woman an angel or a devil to man?
04.02.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Aw Heck
I could be as happy as a sardine in a can
Long as I got my woman
I could run stark naked and live in and old oak tree
Just as long as shes with me
My woman.
The cannibals can catch me and fry me in a pan
Long as I got my woman
I could get the electric chair for a phony rap
Long as shes sittin in my lap
My woman.
Id run a mile, just to see her smile
And put her lovin arms, around my neck
Aw heck
My spine starts a tingling, and bells start a ringling
When shes with me, cant you see.
They could torture me and stretch me like a rubber band
Long as I got my woman
I could jump off a cliff and never have no fear
Just as long as she is near
My woman.
song performed by by John Prine
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0989..... Death! Death! Death!
I don't fear Death
I don't invite Death
I wish I Taste It, But
I wish it's Peaceful
And not painful.
For, I can not not exist
I am Eternal, For
I see me in You,
In everything,
I don't fear Death
I Love Sleeps n Dreams
Death, a little Long Sleep.
For, Universe is Closed System;
As Clausius said
Sum Energy is Constant.
Where Can I go after
My Death, Only to
comeback elsewhere,
A little Hide and seek, like
Changing Dresses
All Beginnings must End
All Ends must Begin
Coins should have Two Sides
I come only to go back,
And to come back later again
I don't fear Death
I don't invite Death
I wish it's only
Peaceful, Not painful
Oh! God, please Grant my Request!
(12-04-2010, Chennai)
poem by Gan Chennai
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Too Long
It’s been too long since I felt the soft touch of a woman’s hands rub my bald head.
It’s been too long since I felt the gentleness of a woman’s lips press against mind.
It’s been too long since I cuddled with a woman’s head up against my chest listening to my heart beat.
It’s been too long since my tongue has slipped between a woman’s thighs and her juices drip down my throat.
It has been too long since I have made love to a woman and felt her inner walls pulsate.
It has been too long since a woman made my leg shake as I climax.
It’s been at least nine months and that’s far too long.
The inferior one
Having slept with some men,
A woman might have settled
In marriage to be chaste since then.
Having married as virgin
If a woman would stray out
It is she who is inferior.
02.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A love of two sexes.
**
A man and a woman were in love
In spirit, by mind and with soul.
Now she is gone off the earth.
Her presence had soothed his soul.
The remembrance of her burnt his sap.
Her vision gave light to his eyes.
Her absence torched his eyes.
The world was nothing to them.
Were they in turn to the world?
No roads could reach them.
No eyes could catch them either.
They whispered in each other’s ears,
Perspired in the exchanges of glances.
Now she is dead and put on fire.
The flame left her alive, him dead.
A true story of the two
Who were not married to each other.
08.01.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To My Angela
An angry shout may not be heard, and
Not all good deeds are observed,
Glad is the learned, pure, heart
Ever loved, oft alone, you are
Luminous with life's energy
And part of my soul projects
In you, myself, yourself I respect.
Long days, short years, bitter true
Only one chance to know you, this
Voyage without certain destination
Embarked with unknown duration, for
You I long to know
On terms as friends
Until my journey ends.
30/4/2003-1/5/2003
(An acrostic for my eldest daughter)
poem by Danny Draper
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