PRANAYATHINTE PARPPUKAL

These are some love poems. Conflicting experiences come into play here. Love and violence are simultaneously inherent in this. I have no idea how the content of hate when it comes to love and love when it comes to hate comes through.Love is sometimes not even with one person. It is filled with the thirst for a release from the endless stench of exhaustion. This causes a person to wander inwardly.By itself it may be what many are looking for. But it never works. That passion for love makes one sing. That song makes dreams come true. Some of those laughs make spring. Some odors are intoxicating. Some words are hope. Expectations arise and mania is born.Often it is not even a promise of boundless love. Life is full of helplessness, despair and self-loathing. Conflict predicts a life without survival. Fatigue accumulates, again. This may be due to a tired system.It is preceded by a revolt against a climate of lack of creativity. It questions the trembling system. Thus it acquires a political dimension.Love carries the flag of creativity from its contradictions. It's a must have, for any Affiliate, promoting any program.