veeraiyah subbulakshmi


veeraiyah subbulakshmi Poems

1. Dancing Flesh. 12/23/2011
2. Happy Birthday To You. 12/25/2011
3. Are They Invisible? 1/30/2012
4. Million Years Later... 1/30/2012
5. Noiceless Voice... 1/30/2012
6. Peace Is Everywhere 2/1/2012
7. The Companion. 2/1/2012
8. If We Can See Through The Dark 2/2/2012
9. Flooding 2/3/2012
10. Hip Dance 2/8/2012
11. The New Way Of Swindling.. 2/8/2012
12. Dwarfed Human 2/8/2012
13. The Purpose.. 2/9/2012
14. I Am Inquisitive! 2/9/2012
15. Stop Crying 2/10/2012
16. We.. 2/10/2012
17. I Do Not Want To Be Sick.. 2/12/2012
18. Please, Trust Me.. 2/12/2012
19. Let Us Say Cheers! ! ! 2/13/2012
20. Lovely Life In A Garden. 2/13/2012
21. The Men And The Women Of The World 2/13/2012
22. Theory Of Relativity 2/14/2012
23. Have Desire To Have 2/16/2012
24. Earth Whispers 2/16/2012
25. Toss And Grab 1, 2/16/2012
26. Smiling Culture 2/17/2012
27. Depression.. 2/18/2012
28. Who Is Rich? 2/18/2012
29. Loyal Love.. 2/19/2012
30. One Man Show! ! 2/19/2012
31. Freebies Bring No Smile 2/20/2012
32. Inheritance 2/19/2012
33. I Love India. 2/22/2012
34. A Teasing Heart At Stock Market 2/17/2012
35. Why My Attire Gets Older? 2/23/2012
36. Men Like Dolls. 2/28/2012
37. God Is Love. 3/1/2012
38. Do I Have An Issue To Address? 3/1/2012
39. Say 'Yes' To Humanity 3/5/2012
40. Watch Out The Gm..The Genetically Modified.. 3/7/2012
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A Book.

Shelves of books with variant topics:
Medicine, Engineering and comics,
Languages, Management and Marketing,
Tourism, Text books and Computing,
House hold, Carpentry and plumbing,
Trucks, Driving and operating.
Must choose one to taste,
Read regularly to last,
A full term of life and love,
Nourish it with the dose of care,
Can buy it from the stores,
That sells New, second hand and old,
When the new book is bought,
The smell itself fresh and great,
To remember for the life throughout,
Keep it as a Holy book and enjoy,
When the ...

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Overcoming Shortfalls...

Strange and unpredictable gluts,
The peculiar commodity of hearts,
At stake, the well made smiling face,
Is the torn mask to suture the tunes,

Everyone has gone through the stage,
Of weak and wicked voracious play,
The same diamond eyes which twinkle,
Lost their isomerism in a twist,

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