Zygotic death
It is tragic and a pity to witness,
Even in the sight of preface,
A budding love falls as a prey
To the scorching eyes of the spies,
And withers as dues under the sun.
Yet, it does not deter the spring of new lovers
An aborting lady has a solace
That she is not infertile.
02.05.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love dies as bud
Love buds do sprout,
Now and then,
Here and there,
Everywhere,
All in abundance,
Across tight borders,
Among fretted mass,
But sooner or later,
Nay, sooner than later,
Tragically wither
At the scorching eyes
Of the vigilant spies,
Who are in every
Other woman and man
In and around.
A kind of genocide.
28.04.2002, pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Longing is good
Longing is happiness
Attaining will seal it
Pining will promote it.
Tragic love never dies
25.05.2002, pakd
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Hatred and regret
You hated whom you had loved.
You regretted which you had neglected
Hatred is the passive revenge.
Regret is the love posthumous
Solace is derived from the both
11.05.2002, pakd
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The scorching sun
Prying eyes are the scorching sun.
Prying eyes dry the sprouting love.
Prying eyes fail the budding love.
Yet there spring fresh sprouts and buds.
08.09.2010
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Waves give dampness
Love rises and falls like waves.
When it rises you’re upbeat.
When it falls, you are heart struck.
Mind, each wave dampens the shore.
24.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Love slips like fish.
Two souls fall in love
And seek every chance
To meet each other
On this or that pretext.
Alas, it is aborted.
The lady soul withdraws,
Faster than it could,
As if a repelling one,
Once she suspects
Others’ meaningful eyes.
She avoids every chance
And will turn inimical
19.05.2002, pakd
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The Budding
The budding.
A rebirth of a season missed.
Spring arrives to lift spirits high.
Clear blue skies are witnessed...
As white clouds drift.
The budding.
Of flowers and grass and the leaves,
On Oak, Maple and Birch Trees.
Welcomes a lilting done of wind,
Introducing a Spring breeze to ease...
With a life that seems to be enjoyed again.
The budding.
Of familiar love known,
Yet hibernated in the Winter...
Amidst snow drifts.
And we smile and laugh and again forget,
That stress we welcomed to separate us...
From identifying those blessings,
That surrounds us to reach for complete happiness.
To explore and experience all of nature's treasures.
As Spring awakens with a freshness it brings.
With the budding, the blooming and the joy!
As Spring awakens with a freshness it brings.
With the budding, the blooming and the joy!
As Spring awakens with a freshness it brings.
With the budding.
The blooming done.
And the joy!
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Man to woman as sun to plant
Sun is a must, to excite a plant.
Else hormones are not to thaw.
Sun is the cause for scorching it.
Plant cannot dispense with the sun.
Woman cannot dispense with men.
Not to be burnt, she must sweat out.
03.02.2002, Pakd
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Positive turns negative
Everyone falls in love,
When and with whom,
Time has to tell.
Every friend is a foe.
When and how,
Time has to tell.
Every loyal is a cheat.
When and how,
Time has to tell.
So, be used to them.
24.01.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Receiving means repaying
Love of a woman
Is not demandable
It has to spring.
You can pursue
Till you succeed.
Her rejection will die
And tolerance will grow;
It is the sign of her love.
It itself is the sign
Of reciprocation.
19.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lady Bug
You came,
When the trees began their budding.
You came,
With the Spring to start your buzzing.
When you came,
There was nothing I could offer...
But a wink and a nudge.
After landing on my hand,
To become my Lady Bug.
Spring sprung...
And you became my one Lady Bug.
Spring sprung...
And you were there to bring me your luck.
Spring sprung...
With your dotted wings a flutter,
Showing me your bright color.
You came,
When the trees began their budding.
You came,
With the Spring to start your buzzing.
And when you came,
There was nothing I could offer...
But a wink and a nudge.
After landing on my hand,
To become my Lady Bug.
Spring sprung...
And you became my one Lady Bug.
Spring sprung...
And you were there to bring me your luck.
Spring sprung...
With your dotted wings a flutter,
Showing me your bright color.
Spring sprung...
And you became my one Lady Bug.
Spring sprung...
And you were there to bring me your luck.
Spring sprung...
With your dotted wings a flutter,
Showing me your bright color.
Leaving me to feel you're my Lady Bug.
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I love for failure
Love for eyes is never felt
Unless it is lost.
Love for a woman is gone
When love is won.
Love failure outlives,
So, failingly I love and love.
16.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Marilyn Monroe.
A tragic angel of sex,
A seductive child woman,
A legendary Love Goddess,
A blonde, a beauty persona,
A voice as much voluptuous,
You, Marilyn Monroe,
As betrayed by those who mattered you,
And ill-loved by those who you mattered,
Having taken over doze of sleeping pills,
In 1962, a fateful year of sex hunters,
At the most ripe age of six and thirty,
Over the failure of much cherished
Marital bond with Robert Kennedy,
Had left us high and dry as sex starved.
From a poor soil and from a broken home,
You came out as an illegitimate child.
You were not to die as an invalid.
You found that your body was an asset,
With which you wanted to bet the world,
With which you wanted to take revenge
On all men, low and high, who fell by.
You had slept with many,
Even for a paltry sum.
You sold yourself for your need and growth,
Never for lust. You are not a man hunter.
You were deserted by three husbands.
You were belied by Robert Kennedy.
He wanted your body, not the soul.
You purred every one to lust you and burst
You used sex as a powerful weapon
To fight with and to beat with,
For the rise to the pedestal, so as to love from.
You sought love nowhere.
You lost it everywhere.
Love hungry and name hungry,
You were too fast to find love anywhere.
You had tuned up for men atop.
Had you turned down to fans below,
You could have got fountain of love.
I take pity for your sad death.
The solace is that I had my youth
Before you had had your last breath.
Your erotic profile still is in my memory.
A woman of sacrifice is Marilyn Monroe.
01.05.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Passion fruit
Shy fruits are far sweeter
As they are hard to sight at.
Search for shy women
In whom passion is untapped
25.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Spring springs joy
Wisdom may bring you peace.
It is passion that brings you joy.
Joyless life is the seasons sans spring..
11.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pity, pity, pity
Look at to the unwanted child
Look at to the divorced wife
Look at to the homeless man
What people do other than saying
“Pity, pity, pity”
Look at to the tragic hero
Look at to the sympathized villain
Look at to the clueless victim
What witnesses do other than staring
“Pity, pity, pity”
Look at to the crazy dreamer
Look at to the unlucky gambler
Look at to the stubborn fighter
What friends do other than whispering
“Pity, pity, pity”
Look at to the withering flower
Look at to the starving animal
Look at to the extinct nature
What human do other than howling
“Pity, pity, pity”
Look at to the empty spaces
Look at to the blank faces
Look at to the lost traces
What devils do other than laughing
“Pity, pity, pity”
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Man over expects
A woman aims at men
And select to excite.
Pity, man takes it a sign
And wait for her in vain.
‘Love ended in failure.’
It is the view of man.
‘Love ended for good.’
It is the view of woman
24.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lady Lynda
Lady lady lady lady
Wont you come here and lie lady lynda with me
We can lie in the green canyon meadows
And well hear the birds sing in the spring
Dont you know if you;ll stay lady lynda with me
We can talk about love everafter
When you lie lady lynda with me
Lynda, wont you say that we can be near
Cannot deny thereve been hard times
Darlin, evolution is drawing us near
Look in my eyes whoa
Lynda, wont you say that I am your man
Your lips are dry (? ) its all in his past
But darlin, evolution is drawing us near
Lie lady lie
Oooh lady wont you lie lady
Now wont you stay lady lynda with me
We can talk about love everafter
When you lie lady lynda with me
Ohh lady wont you lie lady
Wont you ooh lady wont you stay lady with me
When you lie lady lynda
Come along with me
Ohh lady wont you lie lady
Wont you lie with me
Darlin you know you make my heart sing
Wont you come along and sing a song
Sing the sound of love
Ohh lady wont you lie lady
Wont you lie with me
Darlin your love is like the coming spring
Wont you come along and sing a song
Sing the song my love
Ohh lady wont you lie lady
Wont you lie with me darlin your love is like the coming spring
Wont you come along and sing a song
Sing the song my love
Ohh lady wont you lie lady
Wont you lie with me
Darlin your love is like the coming spring
Wont you come along and sing a song
Sing the song my love
Ooh lady wont you lie lady wont you marry me
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Realize before retaliate.
A woman can lend you
Her thought, mind, heart
And sometime her body.
It depends upon the secrecy
That is maintained
And the confidence she enjoys
For the safety of the act.
When from her, any shortfall befalls
Don’t take it as rejection.
Rather pity for her situation.
01.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The vulgarity of love
Love of the young for the young,
Love of the old for the old,
And that of the old for the young
Might occur as a natural spring,
But the young’s love for the old is cold.
Love of man for woman
And vice versa across the age
Are a natural phenomenon,
Though man is the initiator and loser
25.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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