machinations of the evening storm the sigh that is not mine
Month: September 2023
sober now the rain too slips under the cold covers
your quiet belongs here in the dark between stars
unmasked in a sea of surgical masks after dawn
the leathery rasp of thunder in the evening monsoon
forlorn and forgone bodies in a state of empty
the scent of petrichor still haunts the coast long after you are gone
winds part the grass and the hungry forest swallows traces of our presence
i digress taking the unexplored aisle between trees
expanse of the eastern shores filled with the presence of a single soul
elancharan gunasekaran 