The ember fanned
I had with you a hearty contact
In the audio medium,
Running over minutes,
And I was fully charged.
We enlarged it to engage each other
By speaking much nonsense,
Save the one from which I discerned
That you were eager to see
Me on some pretext
In your campus as before,
And that you granted me a boon
To see you at your den. Enough.
I am living, not dying.
26.01.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In and exit are painful.
You cry when you are born.
You cry when you die.
The one for entering the medium.
The other for leaving the medium.
It is applicable to every dislocation.
4.11.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sorrow is better than insomnia.
Neither a sister, nor a daughter,
Nor any one by blood you are.
Yet my sorrow never sleeps.
Never a tryst, nor a rendezvous,
Nor an innuendo, you granted.
Yet my sorrow never sleeps.
Glamour, splendor, or pretext,
You never played to gravitate.
Yet my sorrow never sleeps.
Formidable and forbidden you were.
Sojourn was so short.
Parting was abrupt and aborting.
Yet my sorrow never sleeps.
Every beginning has an end.
An episode should, however, end.
But abortion and usurpation?
May be, by a boon I’ll see you soon.
That can retrieve our past monsoon.
But the crop is already gone.
So my sorrow never sleeps.
Time was over before I could score.
No more game is set up in the court.
That is why my sorrow never sleeps.
With your parting, came to an end
All my springs and monsoons.
Let my sorrow never sleep.
It is better than insomnia.
08.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I remember coming to this college in the 1960s as a new legislator when a road divided the campus - and it was not fully paved at that - and no wall defined the campus from the highway.
quote by Michael N. Castle
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Medium
Medium, medium.
Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew,
And I think about the amount of the sweet,
Id like to have in my cup today.
One for the two lump, three lump, four.
No half of one, no less no more.
Just give me a chance, let me make it mine.
Id like a medium blend of that piece of pie.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... medium.
Just enough to ? ? ? ... medium.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... medium.
Just enough to ? ? ? ... medium.
Dinner time just rolls around,
And I think I crave a steak but,
Im not too partial to the meat,
When its cooked too long and Im made to wait.
Not too much of the parsony,
And just enough of the spice.
I think Id enjoy a medium-rare dish with a side of fries.
Not too tender, not too tough... medium.
Not too little, just enough... medium.
Not too tender, not too tough... medium.
Not too little, just enough... medium.
Medium. medium. medium. medium. just a medium. medium.
? ? ? and I smell the pits but ? ? ? ? ? .
I couldve sworn a ? ? ? last week and scrubbed like ? ? ? .
I like to stink just a little bit,
Just to keep you on your toes yes.
The more I stink the more I think,
That you smell like a rose.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... medium.
Just enough to hold my ? ? ? ... medium.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... medium.
Just enough to hold my ? ? ? ... medium.
Medium. medium. medium. medium. medium. medium.
song performed by by Incubus
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Contact itself is the pleasure
The sustained interest is there
In contact with an intimate friend,
Notwithstanding the absence
Of any corporal contact.
The gratifying interest is there
In contact with a flirting woman
Notwithstanding the eluding
Corporal contact of her.
Gather, not to grieve.
02.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Running...
Running4Christ.
Running to race.
Running to live.
Running to stay fit.
Running to find myself.
Running to save lives.
Running to heaven.
Running for Christ.
Running for faith.
Running for Love.
Running for God.
Running for Life.
Running for Records
Running for Russia.
Running Till The End..
poem by Joseph Fuller
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Save Me
Written by christine mcvie and eddy quintela.
Hey you
The one with the laughing eyes
You, the one with the haunting stare
Well you
You have the power to hypnotize
I shoulda known better
I should beware
cos I have followed you
Done everything for you
But you just wont look my way
So come on baby and
Save me
Im running for cover
Save me
Is it one or the other babe
Save me
Its time for somebody else
Save me
Well, you, you could own the universe
Think about it and youll realize
You, you got to believe me
And take my word
Look at me
Its written in my eyes
cos I have followed you
Done everything for you
But you just wont look my way
So come on baby and
Save me
Im running for cover
Save me
Is it one or the other babe
Save me
I guess its time for somebody else
Save me
I cant wait any longer
For paradise
I told you once
Im not gonna tell you twice
So come on baby and
Save me
Im running for cover
Save me
Is it one or the other babe
Save me
I guess its time for somebody else
Save me
Save me
Im running for cover
Save me
Is it one or the other
Save me
I guess its time for somebody else
Save me
Save me
Save me
Save me
Save me
Save me
Save me
Save me
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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The kind of the first one.
It is only her second trip.
A mother of teenage girls,
Dwarf, fat, homely and expressive,
She talked the business,
And later hinted her interest in me.
Fully charged, I drew her near.
Pinch and press were admitted.
She left her contact number.
I marveled at me narcissistically
Chandrica is a windfall.
03.05.2002,
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Save dying
Save dying
Save language
Save cultural pattern
Save historical tradition.
Disappearance of anything
Life or language is
The end of everything.
Save dying save dying.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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25 Minutes To Go
They're buildin' the gallows outside my cell.
I got 25 minutes to go.
And in 25 minutes I'll be in Hell.
I got 24 minutes to go.
Well, they give me some beans for my last meal.
23 minutes to go.
And you know... nobody asked me how I feel.
I got 22 minutes to go.
So, I wrote to the Gov'nor... the whole damned bunch.
Ahhh... 21 minutes to go.
And I call up the Mayor, and he's out to lunch.
I got 20 more minutes to go.
Well, the Sheriff says, 'Boy, I wanna watch you die'.
19 minutes to go.
I laugh in his face... and I spit in his eye.
I got 18 minutes to go.
Well...I call out to the Warden to hear my plea.
17 minute to go.
He says, 'Call me back in a week or three.
You've got 16 minutes to go.'
Well, my lawyer says he's sorry he missed my case.
Mmmm....15 minutes to go.
Yeah, well if you're so sorry, come up and take my place.
I got 14 minutes to go.
Well, now here comes the padre to save my soul
With 13 minutes to go.
And he's talkin' about burnin', but I'm so damned cold.
I got 12 more minutes to go.
Now they're testin' the trap. It chills my spine.
I got 11 minutes to go.
'Cuz the goddamned thing it works just fine.
I got 10 more minutes to go.
I'm waitin' for the pardon... gonna set me free
With 9 more minutes to go.
But this ain't the movies, so to hell with me.
I got 8 more minutes to go.
And now I'm climbin up the ladder with a scaffold peg
With 7 more minutes to go.
I've betta' watch my step or else I'll break my leg.
I got 6 more minutes to go.
Yeah... with my feet on the trap and my head in the noose...
5 more minutes to go.
Well, c'mon somethin' and cut me loose.
I got 4 more minutes to go.
I can see the mountains. I see the sky.
3 more minutes to go.
And it's too damned pretty for a man to die.
i got 2 more minutes to go
I can hear the buzzards... hear the crows.
1 more minute to go.
And now I'm swingin' and here I gooooooooo....
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Prenayavarnam
‘Returns of many days’,
my dear, you averred
on July eighth day
when my Bharany starred.
I am not the first you wished.
You are not the first who wished.
Yet, a lot I’ve been charged with
As it is the first ever
From you to me, dear.
It is the boon awaited,
That you had granted
To meet my expectation.
It is the love you tongued,
Tearing your coyness
Without any compunction.
It is the key that opened
The gerpegreha of the Goddess
In the Mandir to my propitiation.
It sounds like a prenava-mantram,
Resonating a prenaya-varnam
From your prenava-illam.
08.07.99,
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Twenty Zero One
2001 - where do I belong
I got my mind but I dont know where my head has gone
2001 - baby where you been
Its pornographic, internet, traffic on my screen
2001 - shes just a maniac
Its not for me but my baby really needs a crack
2001 - dont want the sex to stop
I took a pill now its killing me to keep it up
2001 - I know whats goin on
You wanna take my soul and change it for another one
2001 - those liquid crystal eyes, they really suit you honey
Let me get them in your size
2001 - by 2032 you can be me, and with a little luck
I can be you
2001 - let me bless you son
Help you believe with my semi-automatic gun
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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Sonnet: Revamp the Place
A prowling tiger needs deportation;
It ought to live in forests dense and wild;
Some donkey-kids must too go out-station;
The campus needs some revamping tho’ mild.
The flag of justice must be hoisted high,
On mast of truth that’s driven deep in earth;
And once again, the birds must freely fly;
A fragrance sweet again must fill the breath.
The news-mongers must be tongue-tied again;
Their craftiness won’t work for long, long days;
For, people will become unduly sane;
Some ought to change their wicked methods/ ways.
The place will soon afforest green again;
Our service will be boon to men, not bane.
7-27-2001 by Dr John Celes
poem by John Celes
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Grief gauges love
How deep you were in love with
A woman can be discerned well
By the strength and the length of grief
That her departure affected you.
02.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ego- evil cum good
From this world,
You have to go.
I have to go.
Every one does.
Then, must not our ego go
before we go?
Often we go
Because our ego defies to go.
Ego is there to defend.
It is there to offend too.
18.11.2001, 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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Film and woman for man
Some, we ignored to see.
Some, we cursed having seen.
Some, we remember having seen.
Some, we desire to see again.
Some, we lose interest to see later..
21.11.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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At the same time, one of the things I noticed was that the moment there was any kind of audio attached to virtual reality, it really improved the experience, even though the audio didn't feel like a sound engineer or composer had been anywhere near it.
quote by Thomas Dolby
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The Ember of love
When we were close
We missed to disclose
What we had close to our chest.
When we discerned the sign
We missed to refine
As I had abruptly for ever left
The ember was kept alive;
Minds were kept captive.
Distance gave boldness.
I returned by miracle
But occurred a debacle
In your sore earlier exit.
Fate didn’t play havoc,
Sometime blowing air,
Sometime springing water.
Ember of love is still alive
As you are not as far off
As I had been earlier. A boon.
How firm we grow in mind,
Away though we live!
Distance blesses in disguise,
However thick we are
We are no more suspects here
As we are now not under one roof
It is time to fan air
Before the time sprinkles water
On our hard fanned ember.
We regretted the missing past
When we were separated.
Not to repeat, let us hasten.
26.01.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Chances are the first causes
A lighthouse is powerful,
more by its reflectors.
A man is popular,
more by chances.
Be not proud of what you are.
16.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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