We turn into beasts
Sex has shed its inhibition.
Women are fully liberated.
Words such as paramour, bastard
And the promiscuous lost their stigma.
Virginity lost its sanctity.
Fidelity is no more a virtue.
Marriage is not mandatory.
Living together is legalized.
Man and woman will die as beasts
09.05.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The single mother
The word bastard has lost its stigma.
Having child without marriage is no more a sin
Single motherhood has come as a welcome sign.
The yoke of marriage is dispensed with.
The word chastity has lost its meaning.
Having affairs is not construed as shame.
No need of pre or extra marital.
The yoke of commitment is dispensed with.
The word husband has lost its standing.
No need of a man to head a family.
Sex without obligation is his blessing.
The yoke of monogamy is dispensed with.
The word father has lost its identity.
The pleasure of servility is gone.
To work for posterity is stripped.
The yoke of sweat is dispensed with.
The word mother has retained its strength.
Pleasure of her identity is established.
Possessiveness of woman is not threatened.
The yoke of bondage is dispensed with.
Man and woman are as free as cave men.
Variety in sex keeps their lust feeding.
Want of companionship will doom their end.
The yoke of orphanage will soon threaten.
01.09.2010
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The word bastard
Marriage is outdated;
Live-in has come to stay;
Single mother is accepted.
The word bastard has lost its stigma.
01.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Men would wander
Stigma attached to widowhood removed,
No woman would care to nurse her husband.
Disgrace clung to divorce taken away,
No woman would tolerate her husband.
Shame of infidelity wiped out,
No woman would mind ditching her husband.
Glory of virginity fast dying,
No woman would stay pure for her marriage
Shackles attached to her broken away,
Men, insecure by nature, would wander.
16.04.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Virginity
It is said that you can only be a virgin once
I am not so sure.
For virginity may be more than physical
and may have to be measured
in emotional purity.
You can make a mistake
and squander that first time
with the wrong person
but does that mean that
virginity once squandered is lost forever?
I don't think so.
How many of us even
remember IT,
so tense that first-time experience?
Rather, I think
It like most things in life
relies on practice
to get it right.
Rather, I think that virginity can't be lost
on mere amateurs
who had no idea
of its' importance.
Rather, it depends on my frame of mind.
My virginity was not lost;
IT can only be given
and after several times
and after several mistakes
it is bestowed upon the one
I really loved.
and you know
I now know
the difference
because virginity
isn't given away
unless it releases
in the act
purity and true love.
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Preserve Family
Man will put his trust in woman
For an exchange of fidelity.
Breach of fidelity amounts
To the forfeiting the trust of his
Restraints of sexual impulses
Are the outcome of fidelity.
Restraints of evil tendencies
Are the result of trustworthiness.
Trust is wider than fidelity.
A part of the trust is fidelity.
In spite of infidelity,
Trustworthiness can be still there.
Marriage is built on mutual trust.
Fail marks in one of the subjects
Should not warrant total dismissal.
Be that field improved or overlooked.
A man tends to flirt with other women
And still stands by his own woman.
A woman who responds to men’s lure
Can still be loyal to her husband.
Man’s disloyalty doesn’t hurt
Woman as much as woman’s does.
It is more from his possessiveness.
It is more from his assertiveness.
Love and trust travel beyond sex.
Wife’s status is husband’s status.
Child’s status id parents status.
Identity will take care of trust.
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At the Altar
Now to take away your life –
Devour your soul afresh upon
The birth of every dawning day
– The spawn of sun and earth –
As of the way Prometheus lost hepatic flesh –
He stole fire! You stole gropes
And f*cks of me; so suffer thee!
Oh yes, perspire! Drizzle down the beads
Upon that crimson, blotchy skin –
I see the once cocksure pose, my man,
Is wearing terribly thin.
Indeed, an absence of repose
Discloses thumping in your chest –
Irregularly rhythmic – like the humping
(When you thought I was a body to molest) .
No more! my little man, for I shall wrest
The living essence from your
Paling, quivering form! –
You’ve had your gentle calm
Before the rumblings of the storm!
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The snatched one values
A lad is keen on the virginity of the lass
That he intends to marry. Next only is the rest.
A paramour corners a woman
Knowingly that she is not a virgin.
A paramour is stronger than a lover in love and pursuit.
The stolen one is dearer than the beloved
Why? Pleasure lies in usurping.
15.12.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Think of the child
What will elders think? What will colleagues think?
What will families and relations think?
Such feelings are gone from women’s brain.
Dating is frequent; mating is common.
Marriage and virginity are redundant.
Lovers are changed as friends are changed.
No woman is exclusive to any man.
The society’s appeal to women:
Be true to your mate whom you bore a child
And let the child identifies its father.
Your progeny must grow on a healthy ground.
02.01.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Old Fashioned
call me old fashioned
i will not mind, i still cling to marriage
despite the odds.
i am not an angel
but i always know how to ask
forgiveness.
my wife is hardheaded
taking me in again
with all arms embracing
this prodigal husband
this philanderer
with nothing to give but love
reborn
and promises relived
life is hard
fidelity is a long lost virtue
but marriage must remain
as the cornerstone
of life
inside the house still
lies the real home
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Pray To God.
To pray to God no
Vigor is lost.
To wait for God no
Time is lost.
To plead to God no
Repute is lost.
To ask of God no
Breath is lost.
To move to God no
Hope is lost.
To lose to God no
Race is lost.
To obey to God no
Grasp is lost.
To hold onto God no
Desire is lost.
To believe in God no
Peace is lost.
To seek pardon of God
No virtue is lost.
So if trust in God
You will never be lost.
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The stigma forbids
Any woman would suit a man;
To discover a woman is his thrill.
Any man would suit a woman;
To get explored by a man is her thrill.
Yet women refrain from doing so
As the stigma to polygamy forbids.
08.03.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lost in everything
Lost in thought
lost in pain
lost in fear
that you can never retain!
Lost in trouble
lost in grief
lost in heartbreak
that you can never relief!
Lost in sorrow
lost in death
lost in misery
That you can never refresh!
Lost in life
lost in words
lost in everything
That you can never return!
Lost in chaos
lost in peace
lost in burdens
that you can never release!
Because these are the things
we think and feel
through the good and the bad
It's a forever done deal!
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I Lost
I lost my first thought in the morning
I lost my prayer in the night
I lost the only joy of living
I lost the direction of my life
I lost what eased troubles of the day
I lost what gave weekends most pleasure
I lost what is constant in yesterdays
I lost what was to be the future
I lost confidence in my ways
I lost the swagger in my walk
I lost what parts all colors from gray
I lost whom I loved most
I lost you.
Follies of Morality
Marriage between man and woman,
A mandatory one, is scrapped.
Marriage between the same genders,
An unnatural one, is made to law.
(26.06.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Resurrect trust.
Before covenants were put to practice,
Before agreements were made mandatory
And before signatures were insisted on,
People had faith on promise made in words.
Faith is lost; cheats are more; disputes are more.
Peace is lost, time and confidence are lost.
09.05.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Live-In Relation Leads To Solation
The courtship serves that they know each other.
The marriage entails living together.
Marriages fail from successful courtships.
Living together cuts space for movements.
Divorce is a cumbersome exercise.
Sometimes, pounds of flesh are extracted.
To circumvent the divorce from marriage,
Live-in relationships have been brought in.
In live-in relation, man and woman
Live together, having conjugal love,
And beget children with all sanctity.
It may or not lead to marriage later.
In certain cases, living-in is had
As a stop gap arrangement for marriage,
Living-in is as good as a married life.
It can serve being a good test drive test.
To end marriage is to sell a house.
To end living-in is to end a lease.
Live -in relation is easy to break
Before marriage or later from staleness
‘Till death do us part' has been outdated.
Living-in is a step before wedding,
Which is still preferred as it gives one joy
Of going public with the relationship.
With less commitment, live-in relation
Is easy to break and easy to acquire.
Change of partners drives out monotony.
After sexual life, isolation will set in.
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Sexual void
He knows not his wife is a paramour;
She knows not her spouse is a paramour.
Illicit relations have existed
Since the time immemorial so as
To fill necessarily the sexual void
Of the repressed society all along.
Orgasm demands outright exploration,
That a stranger only can bring about.
Adultery is lovely, the urge of life,
But guilt is built and the shame is outcome.
Spouse swapping is a new phenomenon,
Which quite nicely fills the sexual void,
Without guilt and without betrayal
And without the danger of breaking home.
The non-possessiveness in a great deal
Must be mandatory to accomplish.
Spouse swapping is a decent prostitution.
Spouse swapping is a mutual gratification.
Stigma severed, acceptance will gain ground.
12.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lost poem...Lost love..
Lost poem...
Lost words...
Lost feeling..
Lost love...
Nay, these are not lost, it is a deception
Nay, these are not lost, a false perception
Lost poem...
Lost words...
Lost feeling..
Lost love...
Nay, these are not lost, they exist deep in my soul,
Ultimate forgiveness, a high ideal, and yet a worthy goal.
Lost poem...
Lost words...
Lost feeling..
Lost love...
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Others’ fancy
The drunkard lost his health;
The gambler lost his wealth;
The paramour lost his repute.
They didn’t regret their acts.
It is only others’ fancy.
16.03.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lost To Find My Lot
Lost in a world, that scares me to death,
Lost in a crowd I’m losing my breath,
Lost as a kid, lost as an adult
I feel everything is falling apart and its my fault
Lost as a person, cant find my way
Lost in life every day, Lost in worry
Who am I?
I’ve lived a Lie
Lost to Kindness,
Lost to Love
Lost in the sky,
Like a lonely dove
Lost in thought which I shouldn’t do
It Winds me up,
I can’t get through
Lost to comfort all kind words
Lost to advice that isn’t heard
Lost to those who really care?
All these people always there
Lost in Me, I need a break
Lost in wonder which road should I take?
Lost in a place I don’t know well
Where are you now? There’s no one to tell
Lost here all alone To break these walls
Lost in mind
Lost in soul
Lost memories, there just a hole
Lost family, lost my place
Still yet I’m full of hate
Lost in boredom think I’ll leave
There’s a lot in life I need to achieve
poem by Olivia Braun
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