எ ஃபியூ போயம்ஸ் ...

ரிங்கா ரிங்கா ரோசெஸ்
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பூக்கலன்கள்
வாளாவிருத்தன்கள் 
ஐம்பூலன்கள்
காலன்கள்
ஓலன்கள்
அக்னிகுஞ்சன்கள்
மாலன்கள்
லிபரல் டெமோகிரேட்கள்
சாய்யன்கள்
அல்லாஹ்வின் முமுட்சுகள்
திணை மயக்கந்தரித்து
பாலை ஆவதே தெப்போது

குண்டர்கள்

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வினாயகர்களையும் 

புத்தர்களையும் 

சாண்டா கிளாஸ் உருவாக்கும் மதங்களையும்

கோப மிட்டாய் வியாபாரிகளையும் 

எந்த சட்டம் தடுக்கும்?

கரும் பலகை
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பலப்பம் அதற்கு கோவ இலை

எழுத்தே உன் மேல் கோபம் இல்லை

ஆங்கர் டீ-க ன் ஸ் ட் ஸ்ட் ற்ற க் ட்ஸ் டெக்ஸ்ட்

La la la all Allah...

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Brown girl in the ring ..

A poem 

Girl in the side
Is hot
Listening to all his fibs
one central hotspot
All your lies dies 

Man on my other side
Is not so
Listening to all her fibs
One central hotspot
All your truths dies

Hallelujahs...

Games near a chocolate factory

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Caterpillars, 

Spiders, 

Daisies, 

Green frogs, 

Butterflies, 

Ants ... 

‘On the Rocks’. 

Art gets Tipsy... 

Found and Hid it back...

Searching 

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Like all my writer friends

going for 

a 'Vac' today 

Proposition Poem

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E.V. Ramaswamy Periyar is a ‘Domestics’

பரிணாமம் படிக்காத பறவைகள்
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ஜெர்மானிய ஜன்னலை பார்
கொக்குகளுக்கு மிட்டாய் வை 

இந்திய காம்பௌண்ட் சுவர்களை பார்
காகங்களுக்கு கூட்டாஞ்சோறு வை 

99 விழுக்காடு மீன் விழுங்கும் ஈஸ்டர்ன் ஆஸ்பிரே
டார்வின் படித்தது போதும் 

திருக்கழுக்குன்றம் உண்டக்கட்டி
மல்லாந்து என்னையும் உண்ணேன் 

heating disorders - eating disorders - heat
eating disorders - heating disorders - eat

அஞ்சேல் அலுப்பு மருந்து
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கண்ணன் குளிக்கிறான்
கண்ணன் என் கால் குழந்தை 

கண்ணன் உறங்குகிறான்
கண்ணன் என் கைக்குழந்தை 

மாய்ந்து போகிறேன்
மாய்ந்தும் போயேன் நீ கொஞ்சம்
கண்ணன் என் மாயக்குழந்தை

நன்றி : ஈஸ்வரி குமார்..

ஸெல்ப் அஃக்ராண்டிஸெமென்ட் ட்ரிவேல்
மீட்ஸ்
ஸெல்ப் டெப்ரேகட்டரி ஹ்ஹுயூமர்

(Self Aggrandizement Drivel Meets Self Deprecatory Humour)
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இந்திரானால் புலம் பெயர்ந்த
மேற்குத் தொடர்ச்சி கிராண்ட் வெஸ்ட் ட்ரங்க் எக்ஸ்பிரஸ் அகத்தியரின் பாம்பும் 

பெங்காலி காளிகளின் பாசக்கதிர்களில் நழுவியோடிய
பௌத்தர்களின் வேத விலாங்குகளும் 

தமிழ்த் தட்டான் பூச்சிக் காடுகளில்
'ஐயம் சாரி'
'ஐயம் டூ சாரி'
'ஐயம் பூசாரி..'

இந்திரனின் நீலமா
புத்தனின் நீலமா
தன் வாலையே விழுங்கும் பாம்பே
உன் ஒரு தலைக் கண்டம்

செல்வம்
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கோபமிட்டாய் கண்ணன்
கோப மிட்டாய்கள் 
செல்லம் இன்னும் கோபமா
அனலிஸ்டுகள் ஆராதனை செய்யவா
அடுக்களை தன்னையே
அடுக்குவது நியாயமா
பூ மேலும் பூ மேலும் பூ
பூ செய்

Wealth of medics
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Psychiatrists
Antipsychotics
Aren’t you suffice
Analysts are getting upset
More fun outside
Kitchen
Flowers florid, flowers bush
Boom ‘Pooja’ Boom

முக்கூடல்
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வெந்த புண்களில் வேலை பாய்ச்சுவதே
புலவர் தொழில் 
முருக வேலா
இந்த 🐳ஆ
என கேக்கிறான்
இவன்
டயாபர் தமிழனா
கோமனக்குட்டியா
எந்த அகராதி
எந்த வீட்டுக்காரன்
வூட்டுக்கார
அம்மணீ அம்மணீ அம்மணீ

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குடை
கோட் 
குல்லா
டை
மழை
பற
பற
வை

Mathsa Vilasa Prahasana

The farce of a drunken science

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Relationships are forever trickier. Relationships with tricksters doesn't get any easy. Henry the eight gave a whole hearted attempt to explore the farce of marital relationships. He killed one out of six. The feat matching that of John Cadewell, he killed one out of twelve before propositioning Lithium as a gold standard for Bipolar mood swings. Henry only propositioned a lot of church money to his own government, an apple of his eye daughter Elizabeth and five hundred ships to appease his sea folly spirits. Relationship with real people cannot be the same as relationship with objects of science. Real people purr when you are nicer to them. Objects of science blur the conditions to be nicer to people.

In oligopoly the man who has relationship intimate with zero to one person, tends to thrust his view points on to others and constitutionalise the puranic ancient canons. In Polypoly the man who has far too many relationship trees hides his sexual affinities behind the scientific canons like evolution, linguistics, racial histories and would thrust the oligopoly constitutions on the willing subjects. 

If the hero wants a clinical claim to expedite matters to his advantage, he often turns to ICD and DSM to appease his mores. Autism is compatible with oligogamy ( monogamy or zero gamy) . ADHD is compatible with Openness to new novelty experiences. Personality disorder is compatible with finding a dominatrix mistress. Depressive disorder is compatible with learned helplessness with rich and powerful partners. Anarchic personality is compatible with Dissocial personality disorder. Antisocial personality is compatible with having the harem of partners. Manic personality has the art of assortative mating with honey bee like profilers. The learning disabled is too clever for these trouble and never moves away from his mom and the Carer. The Schizo and the deluded keep adding how many more virtues and vices could be added in this dimension. 

Medicaments can come to rescue the souls severed by excesses of unregulated passion. Except when it does not Bung up the bowels, retrograde ejaculate in to the bladder, make you a space cadet or a rocking star. Especially when the relationships trivialise abortions, extramarital relationships and in the process trivialises sex itself, there is little scope for phytoestrogens and psychotropics to rescue the glory. Psychotherapy is the key, I pray to thee... Lord Shiva, let you get a very old girl as your therapist, to avoid the lure of relationships and to hang on tight and to get in there to the zone of creativity, to recreate the holy order your house, away from the influence of masquerading politicians and movie stars. 

Let the spirits of Emma Darwin and Jenny Marx guide your being to a more restful place called Home, away from all the back breaking works of the world on.

இன்குபேட்டரின் குழவி / Preemie

வெவ்வேறு கண்கள்
ஒரே மாஸ்க்
இன்குபேட்டரின் குழவி
ஆயிரங்கண்ணுடையாள்

A thousand differing peering eyes
Incubator's Preemie
Sameness of Masks
Sucks

Trigger Warning: A Literary theory.
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Agencies of care involved in providing the optimal care of recovery, shall not overstimulate by providing a thousand and one perspectives nor shall push them in to a clinical marasmus by providing banal white noise lullabies. The optimal looks and optimal speech shall guide the 'Daseins' who end up in sensory deprivation time out zones. Life is a Birch.

Love Poem for A Wife - by A.K. Ramanujan

Love Poem for A Wife
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A poem by A.K. Ramanujan

Really what keeps us apart
at the end of years is unshared
childhood. You cannot, for instance,

meet my father. He is some years
dead. Neither can I meet yours:
he has lately lost his temper
and mellowed.

In the transverse midnight gossip
of cousins’ reunions among
brandy fumes, cashews and the Absences
of grandparents, you suddenly grow
nostalgic for my past and I
envy you your village dog-ride
and the mythology

of the sever crazy aunts.
You begin to recognize me
as I pass from ghost to real
and back again in the albums
of family rumours, in brothers’
anecdotes of how noisily
father bathed,

slapping soap on his back;
find sources for a familiar
sheep-mouth look in a sepia wedding
picture of father in a turban,
mother standing on her bare
splayed feet, silver rings
on her second toes;

and reduce the entire career
of my recent unique self
to the compulsion of some high
sentence in His Smilesian diary.
And your father, gone irrevocably
in age, after changing every day
your youth’s evenings,

he will acknowledge the wickedness
of no reminiscence: no, not
the burning end of the cigarette
in the balcony, pacing
to and fro as you came to the gate
late, after what you thought
was an innocent

date with a nice Muslim friend
who only hinted at touches.
Only two weeks ago, in Chicago,
you and your brother James started
one of you old drag-out fights
about where the bathroom was
in the backyard,

north or south of the well
next to the jackfruit tree
in your father’s father’s house
in Alleppey. Sister-in-law
and I were blank cut-outs
fitted to our respective
slots in a room

really nowhere as the two of you
got down to the floor t draw
blueprints of a house from memory
of everything, from newspapers
to the backs of envelopes
and road-maps of the United States
that happened

to flap in the other room
in a midnight wind: you wagered heirlooms
and husband’s earnings on what the Uncle in Kuwait
would say about the Bathroom
and the Well, and the dying,
by now dead,

tree next to it. Probably
only the Egyptians had it right:
their kings had sisters for queens
to continue the incests
of childhood into marriage.
or we should do as well-meaning
Hindus did.

betroth us before birth
forestalling separate horoscopes
and mother’s first periods,
and wed us in the oral cradle
and carry marriage back into
the namelessness of childhoods.

Of Analysis and Therapies

Of Analyses & Therapies
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          Jesus said to them:
When you make the two one, and
when you make the inner as the outer
and the outer as the inner and the above
as the below, and when
you make the male and female into a single one,
so that the male will not be male and
the female not be female, when you make
eyes in the place of an eye, and hand
in the place of a hand, and foot in the place
of a foot, and an image in the place of an image,
then shall you enter the Kingdom

The Gospel According to Thomas

From : The politics of experience and the bird of paradise , R.D.Laing, 1967

Corollary:
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Patriarchs steeped in the histories and aligned to the Corinthian pillars of power, do get ergonomic designs to create next generation nymphs.

When the attraction in chasing the dreams of Nymphs end, the job of the therapist often involves clipping new wings, putting on pedestals and taming the waves of desires.

Writer Jeyamohan is Vexatious

for all my sins, i find hard to develop a liking for writer jeyamohan's literary works. Not because of 'oneness', not because of nabovokian descriptiveness, not because of farce humour, not because of verbosity, not because it is stifling, not because it is pureness, not because it is too attractive, not because it explains too much, not because it knows too much, not because it doesnt stop, not because i am not feeling sorry for the toil and labour, not because it feels like white noise and lullaby, i am sorry my great sir....

The salon is vlosed. Time for self care.

‘Paired - Associate’ Learning...

‘Paired - Associate’ Conditioning
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Honey Bees never condition themselves as Adhi Shankaras, Raghavendhirars, Music Mullas, Sadhu Priests so on and so forth...evolutionary champs has the key. They are forever cross pollinating species for their own survival. 

Here’s one to the ones, who fixate and own to account for their own survival and condition themselves with Beers, Babas, Kites, Cigars and Family Mans.

‘Hops’ : From Darkness comes the light...

Literary Theorists:
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Love’s labour loss is statistically significant loss compared to the lost labour’s love. Blue rests in Blues.

Picture: Hops are the flowers of the hop plant Humulus lupulus. They are used primarily as a bittering, flavouring and stability agent in beer

Thanks You Payonin Sir...

Begin forwarded message:

From: jayaprakash rajendran
Subject: Thanks You Payonin Sir...
Date: 11 September 2018 at 06:46:40 BST
To: பேயோன்

Dear Sir, 

I have abandoned my effort to rewrite your poems to suit my agendas. The trema of shouting out my own ideas on a stage is frightening and hiding behind your aura seems a safety blanket for me. But I don’t want to go to early grave getting addicted to the buzz of creating. Because I don’t know when to stop. My periyappa who tip toed on his art teacher earned his wrath and lost his charm and went down the worm hole and ended being locked up and died in IMH, Chennai. That’s going to be my weakness and I am going to whole heartedly own the shame and the weakness of my methods. I already used one of your poem and that will be my last gift from you. Thanks very much sir. From another chapter 'பிறக்கட்டும் புது யுகம்!!!” I found my lessons for framework and whatever.. With a lot of heaviness in my heart, I am going to leave you in peace and terribly miss you.. Thanks for all your kindness and guidance for aspiring writers like me..

Many thanks Sir, 

JP Rajendran

Param - Para : From person to person.

Param - Para : From person to person. 

What comes from the heart goes to the heart. 

I pay my dad’s money, you educate me attitude has poor pay offs. 

Lead Kindly Light, From Athens, Iliads, Homers, Odysseus ...Nobodies and Nemos to the teachers from the Cradle of Indus health Civilization.

    Picture Courtesy: Dr RK Rudhran - Replica , Madras Medical College, Chennai, India

The Amorous City Scapes

Loves sits on No Homes 

Streets Suffice
This little English boy 
wants to turn in to a
bygone era of romantic poets
when the market forces
are stuffing Vagal irritants
sufficiently blinding
trivialising all emotions
he doth has the heart of an eagle
the eye of daffodils
patience of a primrose
let the love trail
let the love trail