There is  victim on your eyebrow
ready to jump
to destroy the game
but the rare moments of life surprise
you with the gifts
wrapped around them.
When you try to look
deeper into those slip of moments
You can find those treasure for sure.

Terribly afraid of the endless things
i do not do for the world.

In governing myself,
my dear words,

I have
forgotten many moments

I fear fear
the gaps in language

the mentalanguage
the maps to minds geography.

the gap between forest
the crowded ground

between trodden paths
and unwanted growths

forgotten children
and wounded citizens

victories and unheard cries

We have much abused parenting role in partners, when it comes to women treating their partner as child. That's true, because all that women get to do in our social structure is to take care of parents, children and husbands, and friend(is they are better off).
But i find it important that we do little bit of parenting in our relationships.
It helps a lot
It erases the deeply inbuilt individual nature in our ways of dealing with power politics.
Ultimately it is not power that everybody aims at.
Ultimately it is not growth that everybody is born for.
There is life in between.

Pain! Pain is not togetherness

Pain is not togetherness
it is not the result
but side effect
of growth.

When you grow up
it happens
the err of focusing on it
could actually destroy all the steps further
and negate growth itself.

But not taking care
for growth
is also an err.

because
growth in itself is not everything 

At the centre
Still the flowers of
waiting
shred their Petals.

Bougenvilla.

The house was red
Till eternity is near
Pass the valley of pain
Pass the valley of words
Pass the valley of masks
You coplete a circle.

Bougenvilla.

The in between space
of love, of words
you somewhat utter a word

Life is silencing
demons
Disregarding
Unwanted ways
healing wounds
And joining hearts.

WAter
BAdges
BRain, dotted lines
Wounds
broom
blood
mute.
Breaking down
the doors of
finished products.
Flying timeless
one project over
other project.

Time
Project
Bomb
Explode.

It is,
Sitting helpless
at the edges of'
each steps
Gathering silences.
Mocking at oneself
for wishing jooin
fire and water.

To fool oneself
into unreal
reality.

To stop from
truth for the
sake of faith.
IT is tears
Wasted on the
Shores of beauty.
For you have
passed prisons
to reach a
Stone.

detachment

To be detached is to place
one in the hard core
of a context,
be contextual...
and remove unaffected.