spouce

i met a man

a drunkard with

42 years age

he disclosed

the absence
he suffering
that was absence of a spouce

where is her soul?

they sacryfised her
but the sword is
our
ever innocent friend
one indian train......

she faded in dark
is it black hole

we sent her alive
we regained her chopped meat

we are the culprit
we trapped the prey
and hand over.....................................................

what ever it is
where is her soul?

food

any body can make
but
the protection is prime

famine is the created art
care
famine is not a tragedy
it s a creation

like sad

FLOWER

in at once wake

trying to recollect dream

it was a lost
lost of a flower....

threw it away
dark to light

ok

she is coming
my spouse
but i will give that flower to her
from my lips like a kiss

growing

he trapped

nails are growing

skin

growing

have talled her

her
dryes


she s there
with cry
momamoma


ther s
a spec
which read there
book of love

that is all

at last
he
himself
one disease

where is life

he himself
indulge one life

is it
dream and
sleep

am here

that s alll

LOVE

I
LOVE HER LIKE
MUD AND GREEN

mom.. womb

talled her
to be
my mom

she is not there

where is she

my
mom
my womb

sad is all
ellaam dhukkammannoooo

prenayam
oru
dhuranthavaum

pachayum
mannumm pole
njanum

avalee premikkunnooooo

where are are you?

the spedest stream
and me

my love is ther

wwhere are
you?