Monday, 6 October 2014 at 23:26 UTC+05:30

What of anger and drinks?

When the matter persists

hammering your mind,

And you find no way out,

Bother with no food

for other thought. Your anger

augurs your mind Well,with

braking a thing, Else, silence

the mind with a drink But

the wound is live in hibernation,

When you wake up, 'the mind'

now seeks no solution

but the drink. Go for it or get mad

! you prefer go mad with drink.

The experience runs into habit.

No excuses later, only repentance,

that may quell the menace.

But descend the damages

immeasurable and many folded.

Thy conscious be fall on thee,

things go by rule of anger,

of children and spouse.

Children go pecking the neck

of others, who relax and prevail

in lesser terms of carnal pleasures

, which come on their own way

with no measures, all free and unattached,

to other(he or she)., no trust remains

and dust clouds, use many a brooms,

still it persists. and no penances answer

the call. the glib is thick and die,

only when you are blown. so beware of

my son of drinks and anger.!!

Sunday, 5 October 2014 at 20:07 UTC+05:30

Give the man who is not made To his trade Swords to fling and catch again, Coins to ring and snatch again, Men to harm and cure again, Snakes to charm and lure again— He'll be hurt by his own blade, By his serpents disobeyed, By his clumsiness bewrayed,' By the people mocked to scorn— So 'tis not with juggler born! Pinch of dust or withered flower, Chance-flung fruit or borrowed staff, Serve his need and shore his power, Bind the spell, or loose the laugh! But a man who, etc. The Juggler's Song, op. 15 COPY PASTE FROM KIM BY RUDYARD KIPLIGN THE NOBLE LAUREATE.

Saturday, 4 October 2014 at 09:52 UTC+05:30

Tiruvengalan Swaamin updated his status.

(1) Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised With idiot moons and stars retracing stars? Creep thou betweene—thy coming's all unnoised. Heaven hath her high, as Earth her baser, wars. Heir to these tumults, this affright, that fraye (By Adam's, fathers', own, sin bound alway); Peer up, draw out thy horoscope and say Which planet mends thy threadbare fate or mars? (2) :Something I owe to the soil that grew— More to the life that fed— But most to Allah Who gave me two Separate sides to my head. I would go without shirts or shoes, Friends, tobacco or bread Sooner than for an instant lose Either side of my head.' The Two-Sided Man. RUDIYARD KIPLING THE NOBLE LAURIATE from HIS LITERARY WORK novel KIM. COPY PASTE:

Friday, 3 October 2014 at 10:52 UTC+05:30

Tiruvengalan Swaamin shared a link.

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Thursday, 2 October 2014 at 01:18 UTC+05:30

Tiruvengalan Swaamin likes K. J. Yesudas.

Thursday, 2 October 2014 at 01:18 UTC+05:30

Tiruvengalan Swaamin likes Lata Mangeshkar.

Thursday, 2 October 2014 at 00:42 UTC+05:30

Tiruvengalan Swaamin shared Safeguard India, Hindus & Cows's photo.

https://www.facebook.com/390567187741033/photos/pcb.529277620536655/529269983870752/?type=1 వుట్టి కొట్టావా, వెన్న కోసం, చిట్టి పిడికిలితో- చెయ్యినొచ్చేనా! అన్న పిడతా, కన్న తండ్రి చెయ్యి నొచ్చేనూ! కన్న, అమ్మ చూసిందీ, కర్ర తెచ్చిందీ! ఎట్లే అమ్మ, ఏమందు ! నోటినిండ వెన్న, చేతిలో వెన్న! నే, కన్నని, వెన్నను తిందును, ఏమందును ? వారందరు వెన్న దొంగందురు, వెన్నెల తోడు! నే నీకన్నను, నే నలుపందురు, గేలిచేతురు. వెన్న తెలుపు,పాలు తెలుపు, అన్న తెలుపు, వ్రేపల్లె వాడన గొల్లలందరు తెలుపు, నాన్న తెలుపు, అమ్మ! నీవు తెలుపు, నేనేల నలుపు,? తినిదెను వెన్నల నెల్ల, త్రావెద క్షీరములు, ఆడెద నీరముల, జమున నల్లనయ్యె, జలకములాడగ. తొలగదె నామేని నలుపు?, అమ్మ, కొట్టకె. నన్ను, వెన్న తింటినని. కడగవె, నీ చల్లని చేతులా నా మేని మాయతొలగ.