The sadist
A humorist is a sadist.
Someone is sacrificed.
A sympathizer is a sadist.
Some other is sacrificed.
So is a leader.
So is a trader.
Test your mind.
Who are not sadists?
07.10.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hell Fire
Do not fear of any torture
as pain is only there till
you have sense and the
sadist will not get any
pleasure after you faint,
if you are dead over is
the game or do not worry
thanks god, you are alive
that means the sadist
can not make you die,
rise up and hit back
what the sadist like,
do not fear the war either,
bankrupt are the warmongers
they can not continue the fight
with the defending soldiers as
you will be either a winner or
a martyr but for them only the
hell fire
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Chose sweet fruits
Is he black in colour?
You can refer to him as a Koel,
not as a crow.
Is she fat in her contour?
You can refer to her as a bear,
not as a pig.
Is one dull in behaviour?
You can refer to one as a cow,
not as an ass.
The sadist only does otherwise.
20.05.2001 Pindi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Sacrificed More Than Youll Ever Lose
(beverly j. carlton, james l. benton)
I fed the children
And I kissed them goodnight
You fed the jukebox
Till they turn out the lights
I bought the bacon
While you bought the booze
Ive sacrificed more than youll ever lose
Needing new clothes with the money you spent
On barbills and motels and women you met
But I stood the heartache that you put me through
Ive sacrificed more than youll ever lose
I gave up so much
And now Im giving up you
Its too late to make up for
The love that you used
Ive had enough
I dont want you around
Dont look at me
Like I let you down
You say Im to blame
But whos fooling who
Ive sacrificed more than youll ever lose
Yeah I sacrificed more than youll ever lose
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Super Sadist
Super angry
Super hated
Super evil
Super serrated
Super guitar
Super faded
Never sad sad sad
Super hated
Super sarcastic
Super sedated
The super sadist
Keeps his hands in his mouth
That's gold plated
Hates himself more and more
Cause he's made it
Super evil
Super jaded
Never sad sad sad
Super hated
Super sarcastic
Super sedated
The super sadist
Super high tech
Super pay check
Super ego
Super hate pro
Super cautious
Super nauseous
Never sad sad sad
Super all gone
Super hold on
Super ego
Super phenomenon
Super destroy
Super small boy
Never sad sad sad
Super asshole
Super nothing
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All are sadist at time
I am happier to make the other happy
Than when I am made happy.
I should be sadder to make others sad
Than when I am made sad.
But not so. Each one is a sadist.
30.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sadist & masochist
A man is a sadist and
A woman, a masochist
When they come together
To have nectar in bed.
18.10.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What About Livingstone
Went to buy me a paper at the local news-stand
And then I heard them laugh and say
Look, theyre gonna go flying way up to the moon now
Hey, whats it good for anyway?
So I said
Fellas, like to ask you a thing if I may
What about livingstone?
What about all those men?
Who have sacrificed their lives to lead the way
Tell me, wasnt it worth the while
Travelling up the nile
Putting themselves on test
Didnt that help the rest?
Wasnt it worth it then?
What about livingstone?
And all of those fellas at the local news-stand
Didnt know what to answer or what to say
So I told them about him, that he was just like
One of those spacemen in his way
And if you laugh at them
Then theres only a thing I can say
What about livingstone?
What about all those men?
Who have sacrificed their lives to lead the way
Tell me, wasnt it worth the while
Travelling up the nile
Putting themselves on test
Didnt that help the rest?
Wasnt it worth it then?
What about livingstone?
(didnt he do it, well didnt he? )
What about all those men?
(didnt he do it, well didnt he? )
Who have sacrificed their lives to lead the way
Tell me, wasnt it worth the while
(didnt he do it, well didnt he? )
Travelling up the nile
(didnt he do it? )
Putting themselves on test
Didnt that help the rest?
(didnt that help them? well, didnt it? )
Wasnt it worth it then?
What about livingstone?
(didnt he do it, well didnt he? )
What about all those men?
(didnt he do it, well didnt he? )
(fade)
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Under Saturn [Reprise]
Do not curse this day my friend
Once again I've come with this
poem of mine;
take it in, like it's a bread
you need to keep you alive,
It's all I have to offer
Treasure it like it's your own lover.
I do not intend to make you smile
Humour is never a part of my line
I wish you see the right part
to life.
Like scholars would say: philosophy
But I would rather say: reality
Let us now face truth for once,
This idea of God and love are one,
But yet still there are among us devils
Who would bring evil to their own
people.
Man have wandered far away
From this this love that I call God;
Do you derive pleasure when you
see a brother fall?
Do you enjoy it when you
see a sister suffering?
If yes, then you are a sadist
And sadist should not count among
the living.
Under Saturn there was a world
devoid of strife and suffering,
Is this also a world of you own
craving
Then let it manifest in your living.
This is a world of ours
We have nothing, no other,
If we come together,
We can make it better.
For Hell and Heaven are but
ideas invented,
Religious hypocrites only wish
To keep themselves contented.
Let us now ponder on this idea;
Our Hell and Heaven are they
really here on earth?
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Be free
A follower is a slave.
A leader is a rogue.
Neither, you choose to be.
Then you are open to view.
07.11.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The ordinary man with extraordinary power is the chief danger for mankind - not the fiend or the sadist.
quote by Erich Fromm
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You Don't Have To Let Go
I don't need your strength anymore
cause you've made me strong
You may not see the one light in me
And you dreamed of
Holding me in your arms
All the days that you gave
All the moments you've saved me,
Praying for my life
Sacrificed, just to make me who I am on my own
You don't have to let go
You don't say it
But it's in your eyes
All the fears of good-bye
But I can promise
You'll always have a place, and a way to my heart
All the days that you gave
All the moments you've saved me,
Praying for my life
Sacrificed, just to make me who I am on my own
You don't have to let go
I can live
Cause you lived for me
And I can love
Because you loved me.
All the days that you gave
All the moments you've saved me,
Praying for my life
Sacrificed, just to make me who I am on my own
You don't have to let go
(Ooh ooh ooh)
You don't have to let go
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How Could I Let You Down
I don't need your strength anymore
cause you've made me strong
You may not see the one light in me
And you dreamed of
Holding me in your arms
All the days that you gave
All the moments you've saved me,
Praying for my life
Sacrificed, just to make me who I am on my own
You don't have to let go
You don't say it
But it's in your eyes
All the fears of good-bye
But I can promise
You'll always have a place, and a way to my heart
All the days that you gave
All the moments you've saved me,
Praying for my life
Sacrificed, just to make me who I am on my own
You don't have to let go
I can live
Cause you lived for me
And I can love
Because you loved me.
All the days that you gave
All the moments you've saved me,
Praying for my life
Sacrificed, just to make me who I am on my own
You don't have to let go
(Ooh ooh ooh)
You don't have to let go
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Give allowance to the path.
For a teacher, to be honest is easy;
He walks on the stable ground.
Can it be that easy for a trader?
He is on a slippery wicket.
As a leader, he is often a failure.
It is like walking on the rope.
To walk upright rests on paths taken.
A butcher is not the great killer.
24.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sometimes A Mind Changes
He heard a voice call his name
Pulling hard and telling him to make some change
He let a lot pass him by
Sacrificed his sacred fire to buy some time
To let it go sounds easy
What used to be a certainty
Is shifting with the sands of time
Sometimes a mind changes
Then another hearts got to fly away
She had a dream of family
Two by thirty
Living in love in tenderness
She let a lot pass her by
Sacrificed her sacred fire to buy some time
Letting go sounds easy
What used to be a certainty
Aint true
Sometimes a mind changes
Then another hearts got to fly away
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Woman is not blunt.
I sent her a note
to come the next day
in green saree,
to test her love.
She came
but not in green.
She came in yellow.
I am relieved
As she didn’t come
in red.
No woman is blunt
to show her mind.
Yellow is
as good as green.
12.12.2001, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To perfume is to hide odour
At base I am an atheist,
By which I am a sensualist.
So in a sense, a sadist.
Outwardly friendly.
Inwardly inimical.
A perfumed filthy skin.
2.12.2000, Vijayvada
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sadist
The
Sadist
The
Mental
Rapist
In you
Thought
That you
Would
Snuff out
My smiles
And leave me
In tears…
But I've now
Learned to
Smile :)
Through
My tears…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Earning is not crux.
A writer is much an erudite.
Not all can aspire to become one.
Yet he just ekes out his living.
A trader is one anyone can become.
One can make much income.
Yet the writer will not be a trader.
He is ego hungry, not comfort hungry.
25.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Freedom Fighter!
What is the use of having too much freedom,
When one fourth of you can't survive without a job,
After fourteen days in the western countries?
Liberty of having shelter, food and essentials are at stake,
One has no job and qualified to be cared and fed,
You are left to do whatever you like,
But your dialysis patients are faster to rest,
One dollar medicines are sold in many money fold,
Health care system is a scam and swindle.
You are rich, but indebted to every money lender,
How can you sleep peacefully with so many doubts,
You have sacrificed so much to get this freedom,
Sacrificed your freedom itself as you are given a timetable,
When mortgages, money and worldly things so crucial,
You have sacrificed many of your obligations essential.
Your children are still young at eighteen, but chased out,
In the name of freedom you showed them the path to hell,
Foul languages abundantly used even with parents and elders,
Parents are equally good at retaliation, if not the best,
Your women abandoned many of you to seek the solace,
In the bottles of alcohol and the road side mistresses,
What freedom are you talking about, when your mind is not free,
In certain places, people are happy and smile, as they are debt free.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Woman at fifty is real
If not earlier, at fifty,
However staid she is,
A woman is most outrageous,
The time she is threatened by menopause,
The time her chastity is passé,
The time she compensates her temptation,
The time to test her sexual vulgarism,
With guilt revenging mood,
With male punishing greed,
To indulge in sex,
To test otherwise losing lust,
With anyone handy or at hand,
For which, with reborn care for body,
With reborn vigour in body,
With vulture in her mind,
She rivals young women
And hooks out their mating lads.
05.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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