പ്രണയത്തിലെ അപായങ്ങള്‍ 

പ്രണയം നഷടപ്പെടുമോ എന്ന് കരുതി മനുഷ്യര്‍ സ്വയം നഷ്ടപ്പെടുത്തുന്നു. പ്രണയം അതിന്റെ നൃത്തം കഴിഞ്ഞു വേദിയോഴിഞ്ഞാലും മനുഷ്യര്‍ അതിന്റെ ആവശ്യങ്ങള്‍ ഭയത്തോടെ നിലനിര്‍ ത്തികൊണ്ടിരിക്കുന്നു. 

പിന്നെ സ്വന്തം മനസ്സില്‍ നിന്നും ശരീരത്തില്‍ നിന്നും അകലെക്ക്യു പോവുന്നു. 

സ്ത്രീകള്‍ ശരീരം വിട്ടു ജോലികളില്‍ വ്യാപ്രതരാകുന്നു. 

മറ്റയാളുടെ ചിന്തകളില്‍ കുടുങ്ങിപോവുന്നവര്‍ സ്വയം തിരിച്ചെടുക്കാന്‍ വഴിയറിയാതെ കുഴങ്ങുന്നു. 

എന്റമ്മേ പ്രണയം ഒരു വല്ലാത്ത ഏര്‍പ്പാട് തന്നെ.

There was a turn
a utilitarian turn
after gaining spirit through that one
i never take courage to look at it again.
So once in that big choice
one turn is made
its always 'never to reach in the same juncture
and to take the same turn, for little choices.
One beig decision is, minusing
similar smaller ones always.

Too much of logic and too much of growth destroys, its about balance.
Its a bad thing that we dont have similar but slightly varying for different degrees of logic.
Its same as we dont have words for emotionally growing and being emotional, to get out of control be being emotional. for eveything we have the same word, emotional.

narrative of a classroom
perfect classroom
It speaks the researcher's follies
it speaks
the teacher's gaps in argument
it writes on itself
all the mistakes
and they walk in
thinking that they are not writing in a class
they only speak,
good that they dont know the walls
are like women
embodying that day's
culture

In the end
it doesn't matter
whether you are twisted, trained
shaped outward
or throned
or stoned

Since
 what experience does to you
is changing you,

what matters
is
that
 it does something to you ,.

In my three storied house
She is the one
who constantly move upward
and downward,
creating a mess.

the fact that she is
the noisy one
the hole and thickness
and fresh pain
doesnt really mean much
when it comes to expelling..

Because in my world
there are only a few
who manages
to see.

I stepped in and found steps are full of water..
three ladder
one ambiguous playground

the walls full of abstractions
I have always loved to touch
something concrete.

The third floor full of pictures
was her hallucinations
the downstairs of the third;
the second
the world of materialized agonies and dreams

Then the himalayan burden
of the house of leaves
the ground ,fell leaves.
home to the natives.

I
began to feel
the sensation of a concrete thing
down
from the third
to the second
a smalee gaze spread
of a foe, ofcourse.

her sentence
the touch of their voice
gossips, gazes
the story, he is alive, my concrete foe.